Your lack of Energy has slain me
In the depths of this place
Echos sound outside here
Magnified in your haste
The bustle of the everyday
Buttons pressed for speed
To work, to home, then work again
A quickness you seem to need
In this silence, coldness settles
The dust has covered all
A sign was hung on the first floor door
Locking my doors like a wall
A gloomy end to a forgotten life
My husk all dead and bare
Your metal box will save you time
And after all I'm only a stair...
Author notes
PROMPT:
the sad poem of a dead stair.
A contest entry
- Click 32. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended July 16, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I have carefully thought it out and have come to the conclusion... What?... Who you talkin' 'bout?
Comments
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Aww, what an emotional piece
and so heartfelt. Truly gripped
me in from the beginning, and
really made me feel.
Such sad truth to this,
and you've done a brilliant
job at conveying your thoughts.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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