Scenes from a Willow Tree… part 4

In a rush of fate, toxins of hate seep further and deeper into the soul
with a smile of malevolence, the ire is welcomed
with a cry of fear
the shedding of a tear
usher in the world’s pain on the shoulders to bear

Alone in frustration,
with nowhere to go,
no one to turn
Dreams crumble, Hopes shatter, Love is lost

In a flicker of doubt,
the shadows loom, ominously, overhead
Sitting on the bank of embitterment
I espy a ship of agony slipping by
on the Ashen River of Sorrow,
its waters a cold as Death
Its soporiferous depths imprison the Lost Souls
who sought solitude in its expanse

Under the Willow Tree
a cry of anguish is roiling against its constraints,
impatiently waiting to be unleashed upon the world
Dreams crumble, Hopes shatter, Love is lost