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.
