Under the willow tree,
I stand,
heartless and unfaithful,
Crushed and Bleakness,
Standing alone,
With no hand to hold nor a shoulder to cry on,
Head held low,
Holding away the feelings of,
Annoyance and sorrow,
Feeling of being,
Wayward and spirtless,
Feeling of loosing everything,
Staying,
Shuddering in the dark shadows,
of my past,
Hoping for a new beginning,
A new chapter of my life,
Outset,
When will I ever leave this,
Unbearing,
Willow tree,
Its long,
Limbering branches,
Covering the light of my future,
This wall,
Blocking out the possiblities of life,
Feeling of being,
Trapped and Ambushed,
Its time to moved forward,
To a more bright