Entitlement

It's not how it's done,

It's not how it's played.

It's not who cares,

It's who plays the spade. 

In the gamble of flight,

You say it's for fun.

You act out power and grace,

But you'll still never run.

It's never the reason,

It's less if not more.

It's not about needing,

An excuse like before.

The whole story is out,

Released from its jar.

The wound has yet to heal,

And will still leave a scar.

You still claim the room,

Even from afar.

In your mouth is the spoon,

That says who you are.

Carrying your load,

Acting like you're the star.

Giving all that you have,

Because it's just who you are.

When time comes around 

You still will not run.

Too late you are bound,

To this life you've begun.

And revealed will be your lies,

Unable to walk that straight taut line,

Where alone you are one,

And the one left holding the smoking gun.

05.11.17

©Kerri L. Stanley