model with cigarette

The Fall

The grateful stood back

Watched

While we attacked

The blood spewed

Our eyes avoiding

The tortured

They knew

The Great Four sat

Surveyed, reviewed.

Others, apathetic,

Reigned

Bonded to greedy games

Enemy brought in

Boxed bright

Fuelling winnable fights.

She slips out from within

Unwanted, ugly, thin.

Her plan, simply to survive

To build, to love and to lie.

Understanding the lines in the sand,

She gathers feathers

To softly land.

The end.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris.

I hope that this poem resonates with some readers.

staycalmcarryon

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SamanthaHarris

We are the sum of ourselves. Writer.

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