These Stairs

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"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil" psalm 23:4 I reawaken self esteem as I play with the devil. He shoots me in the heart as his fiery eyes glare. I walk down these steps you might know them as hell's stairs. I squeeze and pull try to make the pain stop. This is not what I imagined The Fading heart stops. I see the white light expecting it might save me It turns into a red one, My speed starts to increase. I thought it was the decrease of my dissension. But It turns into different action I think once about life and twice about death. It’s hard to remember to catch ones breath I land face first into solid ground moaning I rise up shaking and look around slowly Out of the darkness I hear a voice call me It comes from a door. Cold yet calming I open it unprepared And make my descent down these stairs

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