Weeping Willow -Poem

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Weeping Willow


by Ann Hill


 


The horror of the wind


Blows through my skin


Locked inside of this


Prison


Of myself


 


I try to hide,


To forget


How can I lie


To myself


And ignore my evil deed?


 


The bleeding heart in


My hands


Is the grievance


I’ve caused


To the ones I love


 


Thatching this mind


Back together, again


Are the hands of the


Smith, brown eyes  


 


With the soul of the Hunter


Looking on with


Disgrace, green eyes,


For this place


That her life was taken


By his very own hand


 


There is something


Brown eyes will never


No, never understand


What green eyes and I


Know to be true


 


I hide my face


And make my


Peace


With the God above


Who sends His love


 


Even for those


Who hold blood in


Their hands


Under the weeping willow tree


 


‘Cuz no matter how hard


I try to mend this break


To balance this scale


My evil rings true


 


And I see my efforts


Are worthless


It’s not what I do


But what He has done


That will bring this


Victory song

Created: Apr 15, 2014

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