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The emptiness of daylight leaves little to be desired , the tossing and turning act you do in the place of sleep leaves you dazed for days, pondering the devastation that is the pursuit of happiness. Dizzying  the thoughts of what once was,  not enough energy to face what will be .  The medicine  only last so long .  

In my dreams, I see a wolf. She is my soul. She pads across the shadow dappled forest floor, Silent and prowling. She raises her muzzle toward a bright, full moon, And my soul cries out. Seeking a mate and friends, A pack she can call her own, A place to call home. Then she stalks on, Seemingly forever alone. Teeth bared and hackles raised, Her shining eyes lock mercilessly onto the path ahead. Even alone, She must stand and face whatever the future may hold