
Bit by bit, I sold myself to the lure of success.
I wanted to be king of the hill,
To reap the rewards of power and wealth.
So I sacrificed who I am to reach the pinnacle.
And when I got there,
Standing all alone
Looking back at the devastation I left in my wake,
I realized that there was little left of me.
Just the hull of a man,
Hollowed out by my pursuit of material things,
At the expense of my humanity.
Everyone can see right through me now
And recognize that there is nothing left inside
Worth saving.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Not All There – The Enigmatic Sculptures of Bruno Catalano.
Do you this could ever happen to Trump?
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As far as I’m concerned he already is a hollow man. He just hides it well.
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Excellent ❤️
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Thanks, Paula.
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A worthy warning – makes one reconsider if the price of wealth and power is worth it.
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It will always be worth it for some, unfortunately.
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Wonderful Ekphrastics. Thanks.
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Very profound take Fandango. You’ve stated the truth of many! Thanks for joining in.
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Quite a thought-provoking poem, Fandango. 👏👏👏
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Thanks.
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Very powerful, and absolutely wonderful
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Thanks, Deb.
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Very powerful, Fandango
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Thanks, Maria.
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Very good Fandango and suits the image brilliantly.
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Thanks, Di.
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Bruno Catalano—I intend to remember his name. Your prompt response is well-done and certainly fitting.
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Thanks, Marlene.
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A powerful take on the prompt, well done!
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Thanks, Leigha.
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks, Greg.
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