The world spirals down,
an endless staircase
leading nowhere
but back again.
An exit lies ahead,
a ragged cliff
plummeting to harsh black
swift and evil.
The hope cowers wherein,
a pitiful flower
fighting the doom and wind
that awaits it.
A tear stumbles below,
a tarnished gem
leaving taints of hurt,
symbol of sorrow.
A child cries within,
a tormented soul
fleeing from the fierce stares,
content to bleed and die.
Author notes
Written March 24th, 2006
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