Willow

[BleedingAkasha]

Like the weeping willow
gravity is strangling my limbs
causing me to droop
and shed salty tears from my pours.
The lonliness of becoming planted
permanently
deprived of changing scenery
has withered my outer shell
wrinkling smooth skin
into rough bark.
Days come and nights pass
as my transformation trudges on
until
like the willow
my sorrow claims me.

[Ryan McBain]

I like how you started with a simile. This poem makes me think of a constant struggle of some sort. I like it.

Oh and dont be a stranger keep on posting

[Kellie-Girl]

i really liked this. it described your pain well