We all deserve a chance to fly:
the saints, the sinners, and I.
Up, and up, and up we'll rise
'cause we all want to shine.
We all deserve a chance to love:
the ravens and the doves.
It may not be a gift from above,
but what else can we take hold of?
We all deserve a chance to live:
those who take and those who give.
And before Death comes to take us captive,
we all must learn to forgive.
We all deserve a chance to breathe:
we who deny and we who believe.
Do not fear the beautiful thieves;
they listen to your pleas.
We all deserve a chance to die:
those who laugh and those who cry.
We must sleep when we're done with our lives.
Is there a better reason why?
We all deserve a chance to hate:
the ones who destroy and the ones who create.
It's a poison that does naught but complicate,
and it's a poison in all of our fates.
We all deserve a chance to burn:
the lost, the unknowing, and the learned.
There comes a time, don't be concerned,
when we must pick a place to turn.
- Title: Comeuppance
- Artist: Metaphoric Rain
I haven't written a poem in a really long time, and the first line of this has literally been stuck in my head for weeks. Clearly I had to do something about it. What I ended up with actually wasn't dark until I twisted it just a little bit.
Enjoy, and do feel free to share your thoughts.
- Date: 06/08/2010
- Tags: comeuppance