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2022 Issue  >  Poetry  >  Anonymous

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"Weight of the Crown" by Rowan Wilson


Ryann Klein

Anonymous, you meant for me to be flawless 

as a freshly picked rose. Instead, I resemble 

that of the Giant Padma, similar to you. Parasitic 

and life-sucking, we attach onto anything that


lets us live on, deprived as we are of self. Like

the Padma, we take the brightest of other living

beings and turn them to stinking flesh. To put it

another way, we repeat the cycle of generations


before us. Over and over… we are lonely shells

of forgotten people, grasping goodness from the 

world around us. We feign innocence and steal it 

because it keeps us alive for a little while longer. 


Our kindness is an illusion to draw the innocent in. 

We pretend to win. You and I are one and the same

because you formed me. This disease permeates

our every thought, action, and feeling


How long can I keep up with this game?

Can I break this monotonous routine?

Ryann Klein is an undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin-Platteville with a major in History. She hopes to be an educator either at the high school or university level with this degree. In her free time, she enjoys reading poetry as well as fantasy fiction novels.

Rowan Wilson, 17,  Watertown, has been weighed down with long-haul COVID symptoms for the last year-plus whilst trying to keep up as a student, writer, artist and performer. The experience of chronic fatigue and chronic pain following COVID have informed Rowan's art in this past year. 

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