Dawn
she awakes, but she does not move.
she feels dead.
she wishes she was dead.
slowly she drags on.
through the cycle of days.
as dawn to night, and night to dawn.
she is a shell.
an empty shell, moving through life.
waiting for death to take her.
Copyright © Amanda Gaber | Year Posted 2011
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