Cursed
Why is it when in our darkest moments,
when there is nothing worth living for.
That someone is there to shine a light,
but only that instance, for?
In all the time I have spent,
wandering through the night.
Never has anyone paid attention to me,
other than that moment...
And as soon as that moment is gone,
they dissapear with it.
Never to be seen again,
even if you have another dark moment...
Perhaps that is why I am who I am,
the Guardian Angel of the night.
Always alone in the dark,
helping those whose moments,
are constantly in the dark...
Always flying on my dark wings,
sorrounded by empty thoughts.
Using those thoughts to propel me,
to help the next person in front of me...
But when will I see?
That the person in need of help,
is really me?
No longer listened to,
no longer paid attention to.
No longer needed,
no longer heeded...
Forever cursed to wander through the dark,
helping those in it.
Forever bringing one last hope,
when no one else will bring it....
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