She walked alone
And smiled with grace
Yet few who ventured
A look on her face
Could barley see
The strain in her gaze
Thoughts that tortured
And left her dazed
None could spot
The mist in her eyes
None could fathom
Her silent cries
For who could know
If time doth fly,
Or crawl towards
A bitter demise?
Anguish and pain
In every stride
Eyes rove in earnest
For someone to confide
Who could care
To be by her side?
Alone she walks
Until she dies
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