The Hero

Said they’d live with no regrets

Should have warned them

That it hurt so bad

Perhaps the others were right

They should have chosen differently

Now the darkness encroaches

Frantically they look for help

Only to realize they are the light

They hate us now

But who can tell them not to

After all what is the sun

Without its healing warmth

Empty, ravenous

One who cannot be satisfied

Anger, Hurt, shame

Is it a surprise they found themselves

Kneeling on the edge of the abyss

Hanging on by a thread

Hoping for a saviour.

A chilling sound of laugher

Devoid of joy is heard

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