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(Sitting) In the Dark
I sit here in the dark,
As people pass by in an arc.
I'm nothing more than a broken soul,
One that was never whole.
You all fear my piercing gaze,
And think your life is such a maze.
The burden calls me every morn,
It's been this way since I was born.
Head of the cursed I was to be,
But they never asked it of me.
No one know this curse's pain,
No more than this falling rain.
It's I alone who bares it all,
So you are at my beck and call.
I will die so you can live,
All so blind to what I give.
To be cursed, as if you know,
You come, you ask, and then you go.
All alone my life will be,
This must be what fate decrees.
Some day soon I will die,
And not one of you will cry.
"Never mind the curse's head,
His only use is to be dead."
I never asked to be the chosen,
No more than your hearts be broken.
So it goes on, this useless task,
And so you do just what I ask.
My life is full of endless pain,
I make sure to be your bane.
And so I sit here in the dark,
As you pass me by in an arc.
Cat- She's typing it at my house! *sticks out tongue* Look!
Look! I'm reading it first! Stucks to be you and you all better
review! Hey that rhymed!
Cat's Mini-Review:
I want to be the first reviewer so to insure that I am I'm putting my
review here! This is such a good poem! And Now I am officially your
1st reviewer! *big smile*