Week 10 - Diode (4-0) vs. ThisIsDam (3-0) - DIODE WINS 5-4

[ThisisDAM]

A misfortunate soul, who's time in this world was so morbid & cold
Nearly dying of hatred & crying home naked, her life wouldn't make it to forty years old
She was gorgeous, a rose - A vision of beauty, the charm of a goddess
Who never brought harm or some trauma or ever was partly dishonest
A heart full of fondness, with a passion for art, she'd paint through the night
Her brushes with death meant nothing to the ones she embraces so tight
The splashes of gray, red & white on a shadowy canvas of black
Representing the darkness she felt made her the most angry & mad
But, the thing she missed most was the loving, romance that she lacked
Being alone was too hard, the hole in her heart had expanded the gap
Her affliction was rare, she went through a treatment of vigorous care
An atmosphere of gloom, a crestfallen, dispirited mixture of air
She wanted a partner, someone to love & hold, an intimate pair
But this wasn't fair, NO - it just can't be her fate, an existence so bare
Every week, the trip to the hospital was hardly a magical voyage
She thought most days of giving up & maybe she'd rather avoid it
Her face, like a blurry mirror so distorted, unable to reach an expression
She'd stare at the others so eager to let them share grief in her session
Beneath was affection, but on the outside, her shell was far from unbroken
A car with no motion, a shark with no ocean
Missing a piece & living in these conditions would keep her heart in the open
She sat in the chair, all the nurses already knew her by name
They treated her well, gave immediate help whenever she had such unsuitable pain
This became her second home, the doctors, a sort of new family, friends
A bond like a tree branch, one that continues to grow & can't even bend
On the next bed, a man she pretends to never notice or catch a glimpse
He's there every time, once said hello - nothing has happened since
Her struggle with chemo was something so evil, kept punching her ego
She wanted to wave or look over, but nothing was jumping - it seemed so
Unsettling - especially with her diagnosis of throat cancer making her mute
She couldn't speak, talk or utter anything that was worth saying to you
Then - she dropped her spoon, that she was using for devouring meals
That's when he got up, raced to it & gladly handed it over & a smile was revealed
They locked eyes, that no password, or key could break open with might
A rush came over her quite, like she never could have hoped in her life
He said Hello again, but this time with a sensitive tone in his voice
She wished she could return his exclaim, but she's alone in the choice
You don't need many words to speak the truth
You could travel the earth & seek the proof
She held his hand & in her heart he would stay
That's when he didn't need anything, he already knew what she wanted to say
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