Poetry
1 min
"Chosen One"
David D.
We are failures
but only in the eyes of standards
that we were never meant for.
We were perfect then
but now we've fallen
where we've never been before.
How could it be
that the prophecy
was wrong all along?
The ceremony
gave us royalty
that didn't belong
To any
of us.
We slipped through the cracks
while they grew attached
to our potential destinies.
We sat through conferences
where they made promises
that we'd leave legacies.
And then we were buried
without an autopsy
of a dream.
They gave us apathy
for a tragedy
that was unseen
by all
of them.
We are but silent kids, incinerated by the flames
That promised to keep us warm.
We have puzzle pieces that nobody will explain
How to fit into their proper form.
And now it's twilight, and the sun is threatening to come back tomorrow
And we're not ready for its rays to make us grow
So charred and ashen, and still trying to cross a broken bridge
But it fell years ago, when we first got the call that we were average.
I was the Chosen One, I was their golden sun
the star that would never come.
I was the Chosen One, I was their golden sun
and I melted everyone.
I just don't want to be chosen anymore.
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