Down.

Staircases stumbling…

Down…

Hungry minds tend to drown,

Then when I look outside,

And all seems fine,

My staircase becomes a spiral,

A worn out spine, which…

struggles…

Struggles to bind the pages in place,

Endless race,

Who will react first? My mind? My face?

When hurt,

Defences up in a defenceless state,

Of mind,

Of mine,

A symphony drowned out,

By the pained opera of the world,

Losing focus now,

My breath, non-existent now,

Music so loud – just white noise now,

I can see the window,

So tell me why I cannot get out.

 

My staircase, crumbling,

It’s a spiral now…

Down.

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