the willow tree

I see a willow tree at the side of the road,
I look to see forward but I don’t know where to go,
Blackness overcame what was left of me,
Senses overthrown from that willow tree

Sitting here spewing in the remains of guilt 
Looking back reminiscing on what we built 
Can’t solicitate the package whence kept 
All of the remains of which you’ve sent 

Darkness of the face of that I burried
Shadows of the tree of that I worried
Wrongful emotions that left me behind 
Former glories to which to find 

I knew what I did was not deemed right
For the hills of glory are now out of sight
Pride and glory are now far departed
From this aching pain of which you started 

But I find myself now lurking before 
The letter of presence to which I tore 
The light of dark saw me confound 
The willow tree of that I found