Your Comeuppance

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter II - Poem VII -

You ran your mouth, just to hear it ring,

Addicted to the glory, phony king and queen

You’re terrified to look behind,

Afraid of all the ghosts you left confined

The ones you mocked, the ones you scarred,

The price of cruelty, it hits you hard

It’s coming now, into your lives like an unseen fiend,

Good thing I kept my side of the street clean

Your comeuppance is my best friend,

It’s my true fate,

Your comeuppance is the toll you’ll pay too late,

Your comeuppance, for you, is a restless thought,

For me it’s really not

Hard like boulders, your comeuppance won’t crack,

I’ll be in the sky, while you break your back

Steady and sharp is the blade that gleams,

Me and your comeuppance make a perfect team

Those rich kids, flashing what daddy buys,

Designer clothes and some empty lies

But all that glitter can’t hide the rust inside,

And when it’s gone, there goes your full ride

On your tattered high school throne with a stained crown,

You can’t accept that all your followers have left this town

Now you’re no better than me, but we’re not friends,

Your just another name with no courage to mend

And the guys who balled just to make the grade,

Their glory is fleeting, their futures are frayed

Remember your laughs and sneers when you ruled the halls?

Your not going to make it to the league with that many falls

Your scholarships couldn’t last, it’s clear,

Your touchdowns don’t make the news, year after year

What’s left of your fame once the crowds are gone?

Your peak is far behind you—I’m moving on

To you, the ones who freely spoke lines so blurred,

Who’s lies are greedy and acted absurd

Those words you tossed, like stones in a stream,

The water’s taking over, it’s going to drown your dreams

If you question if these lines refer to you,

You’re the villain, this is nothing new

You thought you were better, came out above it all,

Time has a way of always making tyrants fall

Your comeuppance is a storm that blows your way,

From town to town it’ll follow where you stray,

It rattles the ground, it shakes the air,

It drags you back to the sins you bear,

Precise like diamonds, your comeuppance is mine,

Its patience endless, its edges divine,

It spades no bodies, it cuts no slack,

For every curse you spoke, it strikes right back

Ask me what I’ve learned from years of pain,

From standing alone in your coldest rain

Ask me what I’ve earned from these tears of loss,

From finding the strength to bear the cost

I’ve faced my dues, my battles I fought,

But your reckoning looms—your time is near,

Your comeuppance can smell your foul fear

Your comeuppance is my peace,

Your comeuppance is my strength,

It’s within my heart that cannot break,

Your comeuppance, for you, is a scary thought,

Do you really deserve this? Why not?

An unseen mold, your comeuppance is here to stay,

I’ll be squeaky clean, you’ll be scrubbing ‘till May,

Tried and true is the one who schemes,

Me and your comeuppance are the winning team