Victimized and abandoned her emotions unkept,
like the dust and debris under the rug are swept.
The men in her wake are none the wiser,
neither rhyme nor reason do they have to describe her.
Day becomes night then night morphs to day,
yet unmoved is her state being slave to her way.
Unable to benefit from man's inwardness she dares still pretend,
that the problem is not that she sees through a skewed lens.
"Inwardness" - the intrinsic or indispensable properties of something.
Poetry, via Google's Word of the Day is one man's quest to create a poem per day using Google's Word of the Day.
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