Poem submission by Kim Aouad

[Kim Aouad]

Willow Tree in a Desert

Sometimes in silence hearts do break,
For reasons you don't know.
And sometimes you are blind to hoe they ache,
Even from a simple Hello.

So you move on into another daybreak,
Still blind to what she must outgrow.
She, the flailing weeping willow.

Thinking of whom she lost
To the needy hands of death,
She wonders what could be the cost
Of never taking another breath.

And when the lights die out,
Her heart gets filled with doubt.
And then tears draw lines on her face down,
Till her soul becomes a desert in a dire drought.

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Hello! This poem is unpublished :)

Kim AOUAD