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the stairs to hell
#WritcoPoemPrompt123
Things that get in your way,
As if there's a hidden door blocking your path,
A problem to be solved, probably so so simple...
behind that blockish beast of a hidden door
spiral staircases shutter and buck;
turning up like sidewalk squares
and all the light from any side seems to come from the other.
a large rusty keyhole winks a sinister wink
and a few more floorboards crack then sink.
now my knees are knocking.
my gut is twisting
like the way I want to go
up
and
turn the
knob.
I look at my life insofar
as the memorys I Will cherish
their Are few to remember.
so like my mother played the slots
and filled her arms with heroin.
like my father just "just left"
how do you leave someone
you love!?
"just go"
I jump over the precipice.
Things that get in your way,
As if there's a hidden door blocking your path,
A problem to be solved, probably so so simple...
behind that blockish beast of a hidden door
spiral staircases shutter and buck;
turning up like sidewalk squares
and all the light from any side seems to come from the other.
a large rusty keyhole winks a sinister wink
and a few more floorboards crack then sink.
now my knees are knocking.
my gut is twisting
like the way I want to go
up
and
turn the
knob.
I look at my life insofar
as the memorys I Will cherish
their Are few to remember.
so like my mother played the slots
and filled her arms with heroin.
like my father just "just left"
how do you leave someone
you love!?
"just go"
I jump over the precipice.
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