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An empty feeling awaits each awakening day

as dawn peaks her weary head over the horizon

touching the early morning sky with licks of pink and yellow

a little blue peaks between the clouds

She is reminded once again that the comforting feeling

that sleep had provided her with for that fleeting moment in time

is gone, ripped away cruelly by the realization of a new day

be this ever so brutal, in a sick way it seem so sublime

She is now left defenceless to the preying eyes of daylight

the eyes that see all, and miss none of the indiscretions committed

they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, then why she wonders

are these eyes so black, and souless

though she may appear defenceless and weak to these prying eyes

deep within her there lies an inner strength few in her lifftime will break

a stoic presence is what she provides to those who surround her,

when the chips are down who provides her with this same pillar of strength?

This is the eternal question constantly asekd by the lonely

if they ever do find resolution, its anyone's guess

she never has, never will but permanently lives in hope that one day

she can find this without having to practice defiant duress.