“Beneath the willow
She’s singing
Beneath the willow
She’s waiting.
Beneath the willow
Under the willow
Her body
Is now laid to rest”
A simple rhythm
I follow
A simple tune
I hum
A simple song
I used to sing
In those days,
When I was young
But I’m not a kid
Not like the other kids
They form a circle.
Hands held together.
Dance around;
Enjoy singing
I,
On the other hand,
Kept thinking
And thinking.
Why is there a willow?
Why is the woman there?
“Laid to rest”.
How?
Shot, eaten,
Poisoned?
May have died of old age.
May have not.
I wanted to know…
Already 18;
I went into the woods.
Looked for the willow I know
Two before, now three.
To the center willow;
“What was she singing?
Why was she here?”
There was nothing.
Just dead silence.
Asked again,
Yet no response.
Maybe, just maybe
I’m already losing my mind
I needed rest.
Something startled me.
A stone,
Not any kind of stone.
A graveyard stone
So old;
Dirt covered the entirety,
Although I have read these words.
“My beloved Willow,
For whoever finds your grave
Will be your eternal companion”
Is it just me?
Or is my mind on it again?
Doing its tricks,
Because of a graveyard stone?
Wind blew for a moment
As if someone passed by
Then I heard it,
I heard the song.
I saw a woman,
Heard her singing.
I stood there,
Paralyzed
In a long white gown
Hair dangling,
Towards me,
She walked.
Run…
Run!!
RUN!!!
Screaming in my head.
But I couldn’t
She got hold of me
Her hands,
Gripping tightly my arms.
I could not escape,
I could not run
Gripping me,
Still singing
“Beneath the willows
You’re singing
Beneath the willows
You’re waiting
Beneath the willows
Under the willows
Your body
Will be laid to rest”
Her head is up.
Her eyes,
Bloodshot red.
Gazing into my very soul.
“Let go of me
Please let go.”
Remains in my head
No word can I speak.
Feeling heavy
Helpless
As I try,
Making an inch move,
I am slowly devoured.
Not by her.
A willow.
Not two
Not three
Just one ****** willow
Slowly
Crushing me
Can’t get out
Nowhere to escape
STOP!!! STOP!!!
Trying to catch my breath
Agonized, screaming
Endlessly.
NOOOO!!!
Fully consuming me.
Awakened by my mother.
Embrace, she whispers,
“It was all just a dream.
My only beloved Willow”.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
“Beneath the willow
She’s singing
Beneath the willow
She’s waiting.
Beneath the willow
Under the willow
Her body
Is now laid to rest”
A simple rhythm
I follow
A simple tune
I hum
A simple song
I used to sing
In those days,
When I was young
But I’m not a kid
Not like the other kids
They form a circle.
Hands held together.
Dance around;
Enjoy singing
I,
On the other hand,
Kept thinking
And thinking.
Why is there a willow?
Why is the woman there?
“Laid to rest”.
How?
Shot, eaten,
Poisoned?
May have died of old age.
May have not.
I wanted to know…
Already 18;
I went into the woods.
Looked for the willow I know
Two before, now three.
To the center willow;
“What was she singing?
Why was she here?”
There was nothing.
Just dead silence.
Asked again,
Yet no response.
Maybe, just maybe
I’m already losing my mind
I needed rest.
Something startled me.
A stone,
Not any kind of stone.
A graveyard stone
So old;
Dirt covered the entirety,
Although I have read these words.
“My beloved Willow,
For whoever finds your grave
Will be your eternal companion”
Is it just me?
Or is my mind on it again?
Doing its tricks,
Because of a graveyard stone?
Wind blew for a moment
As if someone passed by
Then I heard it,
I heard the song.
I saw a woman,
Heard her singing.
I stood there,
Paralyzed
In a long white gown
Hair dangling,
Towards me,
She walked.
Run…
Run!!
RUN!!!
Screaming in my head.
But I couldn’t
She got hold of me
Her hands,
Gripping tightly my arms.
I could not escape,
I could not run
Gripping me,
Still singing
“Beneath the willows
You’re singing
Beneath the willows
You’re waiting
Beneath the willows
Under the willows
Your body
Will be laid to rest”
Her head is up.
Her eyes,
Bloodshot red.
Gazing into my very soul.
“Let go of me
Please let go.”
Remains in my head
No word can I speak.
Feeling heavy
Helpless
As I try,
Making an inch move,
I am slowly devoured.
Not by her.
A willow.
Not two
Not three
Just one ****** willow
Slowly
Crushing me
Can’t get out
Nowhere to escape
STOP!!! STOP!!!
Trying to catch my breath
Agonized, screaming
Endlessly.
NOOOO!!!
Fully consuming me.
Awakened by my mother.
Embrace, she whispers,
“It was all just a dream.
My only beloved Willow”.
This is a first to publish on a website a poem of mine. I want to improve myself in writing poems.. Please do tell me if you have any suggestions or comments cause it will be a great help :) :) :)
Request permission to use this poem