The Unsung Hero

I reach for your hand,
My fingers grasping for hope,
How can you abandon me like this?
How am I supposed to cope?

I'm cold. I've been told and so I sit.
I wait for something to catch me.
All I can see beneath is the pit.
Desolation as far as the eye can see.

Tears of despair simmer in my eyes like boiling water,
Unable to fall and bear witness to an endless slaughter,
Of my courage as I fail and my conscience would falter,
As you use my good will as a sacrificial altar.

Release me from my prison, malevolent fiend,
Allow my curdled sorrow to be cleaned,
So I can use it for when I am next convened,
With your replacement and me demeaned.

Reviews

[Larul]

"Tears of despair simmer in my eyes like boiling water,
Unable to fall and bear witness to an endless slaughter,
Of my courage as I fail and my conscience would falter,
As you use my good will as a sacrificial altar."

Very nice. I love this part. The words used are very nice. Good job. Review mine if you mind.~

-Larul

[Luke Rawlings]

Review for a review has always been my policy :') Thank you for the review, although I hated this poem. :P