Weeping Willow Poem by George Vernon

Trapped in the willows that follow me
Draped in sorrow hovering my serenity;
Tickles my breath and wraps me tightly.
I walk in darkness, the depths of a hollow ground
Where the earth shatters to the slightest sound
I utter my soul’s deepest remedies
2 conceal the supremacy of democracies
In a life where the light of limes are squeezed into our minds
Our hope is innocence, where our future underlines
Reality lies in obscurity, the tiny ripples widened to read between
A life where only flat rocks skip through an ocean scene
Like unblemished youth during hop-scotch
And truth rests, significant as a belt’s notch
Listen to her weep as life decreases faster
than milliseconds on a stop-watch.