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The successful that willingly plunge themselves
Through murky waters
Drowns their spirit
Coining their individual in
To the depths of hell
For a prize worth less
Their goodness
A light forever snuffed
A figure foolishly prideful
Gleaming on a mountain of corpses
Grateful to the shallow shores of their victory
A snake flaunting their success
Feeling themselves King
Crowning their lives
Above the bloodied remains and screech of crows
Yet at the twilight of their bloodthirsty reign
In the dwindling moment of blissful ignorance
The successful will find
Nothing, void of their satisfaction
A forgotten graveyard sitting on their throne of skulls
All the words that have shot from their mouth
Declaiming their atrocities
Will fall on deaf ears
Legacy forever tarnished and mucked
Slimed with greed and gluttony
Fear finds their very marrow
Bones creak, lost, confused
In their final moments
As the final words that are uttered are
“What have I done? Why have I failed? What am I missing?”
"The Meaningless Success"
By John Mai
Her alarm screams, “get up!”
She rises before the sun.
Her children sleep, unaware of her.
She hopes their day will be full of fun.
She lives in isolation now
“It’s safer this way,”
She tells her daughter who
fears her mother might pass away
Outside the world is a cemetery, silent.
But she leaves to heal
Her layers protect her
Every mask hides how she truly feels
Alone, scared, empty,
She tries to power through.
She needs to help, she’s essential.
But I miss my mom, too.
By Luana Rojas
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