The huge willow tree that grows in my garden outside my house,

                          Fills my heart with happiness beyond my rouse.

                             Its wet bark dries as soothing winds blows by.

                                   But fails to sew my heart as it bleeds dry.

               I always wondered if the world ever needed someone like me,

                       But seems it doesn't, as I see better beings than me.

                             I start losing my breath as so does my heart.

                  But the willow tree dampens again with a sorrow heart.

                  As my soul gently loosen itself from my suffering heart.

         The willow tree bends over my bed and gently kisses my dead heart .

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Authors note 

Hello , Glad you read the entire poem and if this poem resonates with you but with a different meaning please let me know in the comments below, I believe this poem can hold different meaning to different reader depending on their life experience .

So don't be shy and let me know :)