Upon failing.

The girl
With the forest like hair
Combs it
Under the dim light
Of encumbering rooms
Braids some of it
Twists some of it
And gathers the rest
In a loos knot.
The girl with the forest like hair
Combs it vigorously
Pours everydays patched up
Melancholy
Between the strands
Of her forest.
Combs the forest fully
Forcefully
Like silk waterfalls
In her helpless shoulders
Combes it till it clashes
Then burns
Into ashes.