An epic beauty lives
Within a lone wolf.
Her innocent soul,
Tormented, treaded, and injured!
“What’s my worth?”.
An unanswered question
Gradually crushed her being,
Left hanging…

Mind of a genius
Heart of a saint
Love of a mother
Innocence of a child.
For all its worth,
A question remains,
“What’s my worth?”.

She awaits the dawn
Half smiles whilst

Raindrops start to fall,
Her tears, out of control.
Hurt, sadness and bitterness
Encapsulate her
Now darkened soul.
It rings again
To her hand-covered ears
“What’s my worth?”.
A never-ending question
killing her entire sanity.

“What’s my worth?”.
It echoes in the abyss
Mimicking her cry,
And prolonging her agony.
She, in total despair,
In her subconsciousness,
Awaits a response,
From the blurry depths
Of the dark valleys.

No response!
She fails!
She lives, yet dies!
She flies with broken wings.
And the suffering continues…
A living dead…

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