The Stairway

"The emotions connected with suicide"

I have been told this spiral staircase

leads to a land of lush green pines.

And so, eagerly I climb, with cracked

and chapped and bleeding feet.

Dry air then seeks to suffocate

my lungs when I inhale,

and cough up phlegm upon the stony wall.

I have hope, until the aches

inside my bones do cause my fall

onto a pile of dusty rubble.

I lay there, for a while.

My eyes then center on some bones.

A corpse with pistol in its hand,

and a painted placard reading thus:

"My apologies, my lord,

for I was not strong enough."

Author's Note

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