Words of Art – Day 34 – Willow Weeps

Willow Weeps

The willow weeps while
I sit in its shade,
My cheeks, as dry as sun bleached sand.

I want to cry.
I need to cry.
I can’t cry.

I come to this willow in hope
Of some relief.
Relief from my grief.
But my cheeks remain dry,
Not a tear in my eye.
Why?

The willow weeps while I sit
In its shade.

I want to cry.
I need to cry.
I can’t cry.
Why?

Roy W. Backes
© 2007