I could never truly revel

at my trivial successes

when the feeling of failure

was weighed so heavily on me.


The failure wasn’t internal

but one so wholesome, so universal

that not a soul is left unaffected.

The failing of humanity.


The world is filled with monsters

who’ve picked their prey.

A world that seems so distant,

that our mind reads it as fiction.


In the end however,

we are the chosen heroes.

And no success can ever make up

for us failing our duties to protect.


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