The Dark Guardian Angel
I awoke today to my world,
wracked with mental pain.
Wishing to end it all,
to stop this never-ending pain...
But I got out of bed,
putting on my dark attaire.
Leaving to face the world outside,
to my place of hire...
It is there that I can truly think,
even amongst all the people.
I find my own solitude,
among the many multitude...
I find that I have a talent,
that many have taken for granted.
A way to help people that I find,
ones that life has trampled...
I suppose you could call me a guardian of sorts,
helping people limp along with their life.
Continuing to help and aid those,
that have given up looking for the small light...
But when will this talent end?
Leaving me in my darkness,
never to see the light,
again...
I find a small ounce of joy,
in helping the few.
Not in any toy,
but in aiding the select few...
Helping my few friends,
in which life has dealt so much pain to.
Reminds me of how much,
I have always come through...
People have judged me,
accusing me of false actions.
Saying things that only cause,
this pain to increase...
I may be a guardian,
to those that need my help.
But soon, too soon I fear,
that I will need their help...
I am a guardian angel,
my wings dipped in pain.
Forever trying to protect,
those that are in eternal pain...
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