The Burden of Long, Disheveled Hair

I don't have much to be

In this plan of Earth, so escaped to me.

While I know what's out there,

I'll never really know through this veil of hair

Covering my face.

Lining with futility my escape.

"If only I could cut it short,"

I say with a fragrant smile,

My disheveled bedhead all out of sorts.

Looking in the mirror, my reflection stretches out for miles.

Looming over me, I sweat with anticipation.

It's hot inside from the weight of my anxiety,

Trying to let the cold in is useless as it shuns.

Bearing up to my shins in the weight of my hair,

I tangle around it in strides, dying on the stair

On the way down and struggling to make the effort back up.

"I've had enough!"

But what is enough? Is it just a game we play

With our shadows, turning the lights to face it away from us?

Damn.

Author's Note

Repost from my DA: http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/The-Burden-of-Long-Disheveled-Hair-522451011

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

amazing.......very beautifully written......

"But what is enough? Is it just a game we play
With our shadows, turning the lights to face it away from us?"

superb!!!
i loved it!!!
:)

[Dindella]

Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it!

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome!!! :) :)