The end of the staircase

It stretches on for miles and miles, around and up, then spiraling down. Over the heavens, then so close I could almost touch the ocean sky.

At the end, the stone was crumbles, big pieces floating in nothingness. I used to come here and sit down for a bit. Dangling my feet over the edge. Watching the clouds sail by and the trees grow with the seasons above me.

If I wait long enough, another step will be added as the pieces comes together, and I can go just a little bit further.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The imagery and emotional intensity of the write really hits the reader – great composition! If you don’t think me too pertinent - can I make a suggestion which I believe would elevate your piece to a new poignant visual level!

It stretches on for miles and miles
Around and up, then spiralling down

Over the heavens
And so close I could almost touch the ocean sky

At the end, the stone was crumbling
Big pieces floating in nothingness

I used to come here and sit down for a bit
Dangling my feet over the edge

Watching the clouds sail by
And the trees grow with the seasons above me

If I wait long enough
Another step will be added as the pieces comes together

And
I can go just a little bit further

Just a thought of mine – hope you like the edit! :-)

[Kim]

Thanks! :D I like your edit actually, so I'll have a think about it ;)

[Not here]

Love it! Great job with this

[Kim]

Thank you! ^^

[49k_jdys]

I really liked this sweet poem. There's a sense of hope yet desperation. Thanks for sharing!

[Kim]

Glad to hear :) Thanks!