The fall of humankind

Amidst seclusion’s quiet embrace, we fall,
Amidst seclusion’s depths, we fall about,
Humankind’s journey, at your whispered call,
Humankind’s burden, through you, laid out,

Through tears, we traverse, paths unknown,
Tears shed, in the ocean’s depth, solitude’s embrace,
Wails echo, cutting silence, in solitude, all on our own.
Wailing alone, in caverns deep, no one to face.

In a heartrending world, seeking amusement’s light,
Again, humankind falls down by means of you,
Yet you lament, in darkness, untouched by the sight,
A heartrending world, seeking to see the end through,

Misfortunes shadow, a constant by your side,
You wail, in watery depths, none to hear your cries,
A tale of contrast, death in life’s endless tide.
Misfortune’s shadow in the bottomless pit never dies.

The fallen retreat when concern is displayed,
Seclusion’s echoes persist, a haunting refrain.
A paradox of presence, in seclusion’s shade,
In this intricate dance of joy and pain.

But still, you croon, your voice commands,
Yet, contrary, it has misfortune sufficient,
A response from echoes in distant lands,
In this heartrending world, a tragic ascent,

Fallen ones back away, concern brushed aside,
for you, no jubilant resonance’s embrace,
In seclusion’s realm, emotions dark, reside.
A fleeting connection in this secluded space.

Still, you croon and seek a prominence grand,
A prominence carved in the hourglass of time,
responses falter, slipping like sand,
like ocean sand, both bitter and sublime.

With heaving sighs, none in heaven are found,
The breath of the spirit ascends, a solitary breeze in the sky,
absent is jubilant resonance, silence surround,
No one in heaven or on earth to witness as you question why,

As you fall about in the shadows cast,
Amidst seclusion’s depths, we find our way,
Humankind’s dance, to the very last,
A journey inward, where emotions sway,

In solitude’s arms, through grace, we learn to heal,
Humankind sheds tears like pearls in the silent night,
Through tears and wailing, the heart will reveal.
A symphony of emotions, as darkness, gives way to light.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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