Ever Waiting Lost In Darkness

Darkness falls on me daily
People not worthy of their  
positions
Someone thriving to be at  
their beckon call
I'm left behind to be devoured
by these human forms of swine
Why is this to be, for the one  
who loves earnestly
Will vindication for me come in  
this lifetime probably not, yet
I fret, stand in formation waiting  
to be chosen
Passed again  
oblivious the ones waiting to  
be abused
Walking with their heads in smoke filled
clouds  
Choking on the very air they think brings
them life
I keep marching on,  
always the ever waiting,
the tried and true
one of many  
forever lost in darkness possibly