She listened to music softly, at night hoping to lull her to sleep
She sings along, gazing at a wooden sculpture of an angel by her bedside
As always, she’s the last one awake in her household
She closes her eyes for a desperate attempt for slumber
As if it held character traits, it stubbornly won’t come
A discontent sigh erupts from her mouth
With a million thoughts racing through her mind
she wants to know how she ended up this way.
She wonders if this is more than temporary
She knows this is not a way to live
She’s on the path to inner peace
Hoping tranquility and wisdom will calm her restless soul
She hums along to bittersweet instrumentals
One eye drooping to match the other.
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