Upstairs

A Poem by Polysterene

Ignore Grammer

It all Just seems static
Give me the stair way that leads to the attic
To the white room above in a loft where it doesn't seem like you need to think alot.
To think or to overthink or do what you do in this room it's where it all comes true.
I look at the first step the second rhe third and I question if I really want to be part of that herd.
To prove my strength and raise my voice in a couragesless act that in the end proves no point.