Lonely and scared,
On my own,
The Red Stairway lies before me.
Afraid to go up,
Wondering where it will lead me.
People around me,
Watching me walk.
The color below me is bright red,
The color of blood,
Makes me wonder what happened.
An old building beside me,
Could collapse on me at any minute.
Scarred forever by the dreaded stairs.
Lonely and scared.
The Red Stairway.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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Great sense of mystery in your poem Sydney! :)
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