I am a Weeping Willow

emily dickinson was a bit of an inspiration for this, i suppose.

I heard the solemn lonely cry

Of the Weeping Willow in the night

The cruelty of the to-and-fro

And it still can't see the light

 

The darkness overwhelms my soul

And kills the weeds inside

Even though i wanted that

The weeds' beauty is as mine

 

And still the willow shies away

The weeds within it too

Now the weeping stops with life

There's nothing left to do.