Fifth Place: By Isabelle Legros

Wake up, a new day.

A step closer to wasting away.

Go to work, with your life you pay.

Just to buy materialistic things.

Close your eyes, go to sleep.

In the morning you’ll be back on your feet.

What is life, but consistent repeat?

 Stuck in a cycle until you're six feet deep.

About the Author

Isabelle Legros is a 17 year old senior in high school. She wanted to write this poem to express something she feels strongly about and she hopes to one day be a writer.