When the curtain opens,
a willow tree is seen.
Through the glass,
there is me willow wallowing.
My spine slides down rough bark.
Dew grass saves me
a place to lie down and watch colors
wash away daylight.
When the curtain opens,
I am a seed planted
in need of light.
Eyes are like glass;
Tears are riptides.
I quench my own thirst.
Thoughts are a broken record.
Emotions are the present.
Worries fill my ears
on and on until I fade into the night.
My brain plays future failures through closed eyes.
I'm willow wallowing like a nature-borne.
Though the willow is long gone;
I continue on.
Through the burnt trees and dead bark,
the grassy meadows fade away;
and my life becomes
a desolate place.
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