The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

The Weeping Willow Cries the Loudest

The Weeping Willow Cries the Loudest

Drooping leaves drip down branches,

As the wind sway and dances.

Standing solid against the water,

Mindful of the clouds' daughters.

She lays across the cool ground,

Doesn't move or make a sound.

Rain cascading over skin,

Someone else is bathing in sin.

Her dark hair trails within the river,

Gently flowing, each strand and sliver.

Parted lips growing pale,

Tattered dress forms a tail.

And the blood runs in rivulets,

Across fabric clinging and wet.

Staining cheek and resting hand,

Spilling softly across the land.

Raindrops glisten on dark lashes,

And the branches hover over in green sashes.

The sky weeps over one so young,

Knowing the act cannot be undone.

But it is the willow that shields the body one last time,

And cries the loudest for the crime.