Hear ye, hear me,
For I call out from the shade,
Of Willowed pines and envious jade.
And yet no liars hear my call,
And yet no fires burn at all.
Fires of an eye so blind,
That burn inside me,
Burn bright my shadows,
Wander me to the gallows.
Do you hear me,
Calling from the plastered frame,
The thickened bog I overcame.
And yet no eyes see my pain,
And yet my cries seem in vain.
Cries of a song so pure,
That’s trapped inside me,
One I still compose,
Led me back to the sallows.
Don’t you hear me,
Falling from the throne so high,
From heaven’s mantle that I defy.
And yet no keys open the door,
And yet no seas could build rapport.
Seas of a stormy heart,
That so burdens me,
Locked away meadows,
Pierced by the oaken arrows.
#Poem #Loneliness #Connection #Willow
Introspective Poetry 