Everlasting hair ran down her back
Flowing perfectly
With emerald eyes and ashen skin
Her hair was the pride of her beauty.
Along came one day, a visit to the nurse
A bruise their on her arm
Though it was of no alarm
To that point she hadn’t thought anything of it
A bruise, a scratch
Didn’t mean a thing
Until she sat there sobbing
The nurse with the smile
With shattering words, told her
Of this treacherous disease
That’s hard to ease
All she can do is fight this sickness
That surrounds her like darkness.
If things were only so easy
And hadn’t made her so angry
As she wept in her mother’s arms
It was her dad who laid on that senseless charm
With words of affection and comfort
All she wanted was to remain unhurt
The day came, she longed for her scarlet hair
She gathered in her hand, the red strands that made her beauty
She wept to her pillow
Grieving for the girl she once new
The girl that was replaced with a shattered soul
A shattered body
Though she feels alone
She no longer is, She has me as her guide
Her sister, Her best friend, Her lover
Though her beautiful tresses have fallen
I love her, for her.
Author notes
Again, I worked hard on this. Its cliche of me to say i know. but... This poem has alot of meaning to me... and I hope it inspires some.
A contest entry
- Give Me a Head of Hair by iamlost.
600 points, ended May 1, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can you feel the agony?
Comments
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congratulations on your bronze trophy! Such an emotional piece you've penned here!
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Deep and emotional, this is an impressive journey. I just lost my red hair too, although it wasn't long, and it will grow back. But I can slightly empathize. The pain in this is nearly tangible, but I love how you end it with hope. Beautiful.
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