Giving Up There is a weeping willow that stands in the middle of my yard Casting a dark shadow Upon the grass I peer Through the drooping branches But my eyes are closed I ask the tree to grow proud In the middle of my yard all it speaks is a whisper Into silence Others call my tree beautiful At times with lots of sun But they cannot see the shadow My weeping willow hangs lower In the night It rains until only blue is In the sky The wind blows the mourning dew To the dark shadowed grass For the day must begin despite Haircut The time just isn't lining up Impatience sinking in Extremely irresponsible But alas, I must give in I run to grab my tools A sharpened tandem blade, A 2-D vudu twin in which I look for my scheme to begin I tie the object of my tweaks So it will not run loose So very unprofessional What do I have to lose? I wield the scissors in my hand; Raise to my head, the pair In the mirror I try to watch As I unevenly cut my hair. Harmony Layton (11)
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