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Burn In My Light

I waited so long to be saved
But a savior never came
No Superman to save me
From the edge of the cliff
So I picked myself up
Nursed my wounds
Fixed my clothes
And now I'm overlooking
A raging ocean
Feeling the spray
Of Poseidon's wrath
But something is boiling
Beneath my skin
Racing through my veins
Sharpening my gaze
Because the thing is
When the pain finally vanishes
All that is left
Is all consuming rage
Maybe you don't understand
How long I dangled
From the edge of the cliff
How long I waited
For someone to come along
How long I waited
To simply feel like I mattered
But like a forgotten footnote in time
Nobody even knows my name
So let me just say it
My name is Christopher
I'm no longer frowning
I'm no longer at risk of drowning
My name is Christopher
And there is no more sorrow
Only anger
So thank you for nothing
Because 
I waited so long to be saved
But a savior never came
So I saved myself
And now look at me glowing
But to you it's burning
So feel free
To burn in my light
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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