Poems and Poetry

The Fallen | A Poem by Isabella Huhn

When all had been trampled
Underneath their numb feet,
She fell to the ocean
As a sore piece of meat.
In sinking she found
What no living could find;
Serene balance of sound
Orbs forgiving and round.
The surface, the rot,
She no longer sought,
For here all was less,
An eternal escape from an undying mess.

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