Moarning Willow Poem by Bobby Law

Moarning Willow



Morning comes blissfully
Nothing changed—so it seems
Laying in bed, clutched with me
Sobbing slow, painfully
Leaving slow, pondering
Why a bond with a tree?

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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