Don't you ever feel
Like standing under a wilting willow
Its whiskers drooping and unbeckoning
Its bark grave and twisted in agony;
Sadness runs in its old throbbing veins
From beneath the weight of the world where the roots sit
To the leaves that shy from the sun;
Sporadic stale skims of the wind summon a shiver
One to trigger anticipations so false
Of a shower of dew that never falls;
Obscured by the shadows of the city
Weighed down by expectations
Trapped by fabrications
You seek solace in the colossus of gloom
Hoping for an honest sense of superiority
Only to realize,
You're just another soul trapped in a willow

[Written about two months back]