Voices Elevated

For a contest...

The conversation starts on the ground floor.

A zero in yellow light, the closing of the doors.

Voices rise.  Then, they calm back down.

3rd Floor.  5th.  Then, 2nd, and back around.

The general thrust now toward an argument.

Pulleys screeched as the harsh words went.

Doors are shut--No getting out of this.

The roof is pressed with a flick of her wrist.

Voices raised as we rocket upward.

Battle cries that can’t be unheard.

Ambiguous threats and taunts absurd.

Battle lines as we reach the top have blurred.

Darkness as the doors part, instead of light.

The conversation descended up till night.

With blood pressure raised, we’ve fallen so low.

I say perhaps it’s time that I go.

But I can’t from here.  It is too high,

Unless I jumped.  Perhaps I’d die,

But she cannot bare that thought in mind.

So, with that, I step back inside.

A calm falls down as we return below.

Closer now--No longer battling foes.

The elevator dings with the opened door.

I start to get off.  “This is my floor.”

A hand to mine with a soft smile.

This fight she says has gone on a while.

A finger to a button as the doors close.

Not going up, but my heart has arose.

Author's Note

For a contest:
Simply had to include these words:

noun - elevator
adjective - ambiguous
verb - thrust

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

your words are real
which I really like =]

[Bexfinch]

This was nice it kinda made me think of an indie movie about a songwriter looking at a girl that he likes but their enemies and they end their enemie-ship and become friends :0 lol thats just me thoough. I hope you win your competition Good luck Bonne Chance.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description in this poem. I had to read a few times for the good language and the good story. I like the way you ended the poem. Some hope came alive in the last few lines. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote