16 lines, short and sweet. been reeeeal busy this week, typed something up.
This hand was beyond explanation, was an enigma to my heart
Inexplicably appealing; the mere thought of it caused my heartbeat to dart
The hand was composed of many colors, on my life it formed a scar
It burdens me deeply to think that five nimble fingers brought me down so far
The hand was the source of my nourishment, reason for my being
Provided a slippery slope; so apparently I decided to go skiing
As I swerved through obstacles I sometimes frolicked in the snow
Which in soon time caused my numerous troubles to rapidly grow
But as I soon regained my balance, the pesky hand revealed its ugly face
When it assisted in myself soon being rushed to the E.R. with great haste
Vivid memories of my loving family flashed through my mind
Wanted to correct my problems...
But the hand was over my face; seemed as if I was walking blind
I soon tried to push the hand away; tried to better what I lack
But like an obsessed girl, it seemed like the hand always came back
I eye the horrible hand as the silver needle stabs into my weathered veins
A tear slips...
The hand has helped me fall, has been my rock; some things will never change