After Us

The storm blows mild

Once ravaged, now defiled

An innocence lost, has peculiarly

left me feeling like a child.

How did it all go so wrong?

Amidst an angry throng

of chaos and noise

I lost my grip and poise

And now what could have been-

savaged. destroyed.

The wind stripped the bark of the oak bare,

and though once a Lebanon Cedar,

now a weeping willow stands there.

Desolate she cries to no rebate,

"Pay me back for what you have taken from me!"

-"No" seethes the wind,

"I will give you no reverie"

Weep Weep, my willow, weep,

for death has taken what you hoped would be sleep.

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