Going down

Handprints are all that is left.

 

 

 

 

Going down

 

Handprints appear on these elevator doors,

smudged of grinder swirls, yet so very clear

Imprints of need and want lingering

on a stainless steel façade

 

Rounded numbers beg to be pushed,

no thirteen in this bunch

though appropriate it would be

as my luck has found its way to the lowest levels

 

Standing on this suspended platform

cables of strength weaken with each breath,

emergency exits laugh at my predicament,

as left again slowly reaches out for right

 

Before me you stand, tears on your cheeks

“It is the way it has to be,” you say

The doors close, while through a narrowing vertical slat

I see you walk away…my heart drops…palms on metal…

 

I can not keep them open…anymore

Going

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Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

There are times I find myself begging for that thirteenth floor...it's not like the first twelve or however many above it have done me any favours...I relate to this one quite a bit at this particular time...well done Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Steve. I appreciate you stopping by.

[icelandicblue]

This is so sad. The ending feels inevitable and the elevator descends. There are just some doors that can't stay open.

[Jack...]

Indeed you are correct my sweet friend. Thank you so much.

[Rita L. Sev]

Strong metaphor here, Jack. The sorrow at an ending is palpable. It is that same sinking feeling... Well penned, my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Rita.

[Angel]

This is simply marvelous, Jack. You have brought tears to my overly emotional eyes...

[Jack...]

Thanks you so very much my angelic friend. Always I smile when you visit.

[Frieda P]

You've written this so vividly that I can see this scene being played out in my head Jack. As Shakespeare said 'parting is such sweet sorrow' and you've painted the perfect picture here. Bittersweet and such an original idea my dear friend, outstanding!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much sweet Frieda. Your visits are always a thrill to my day.

[Mark]

That sad moment when something wonderful ends is one of the worst experiences of my life. I suppose the only worse thing would be those things I regret never starting.

Good work as always my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Mark.

[SyberRose]

A sad one indeed Jack...and as always nicely penned with strong emotion...Rose

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much sweet Rose.

[Sami Khalil]

Your poetry is elevated to the heights of the imagination and lowered to the humbling grounds of humanity like that elevator...:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Sami. Love certainly does have it's ups and downs.

[Sami Khalil]

That is true and relevant to this write...You are welcome...:)

[ANTO]

I dont know if Im being over emotional or if you hit my the bullseye in my heart with this brath-taking work Jack but Im sure its the latter.
You really put yourself out there my friend - jkudos (thats special jack-style kudos)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I will gladly accept a jkudos anytime.

[ANTO]

jkudos then - ;)