By Ariana J.
As I stood on the grey wooden stairs
looking down onto all my selfish cares,
I pondered and wandered the thoughts in my head.
My sinful seed being watered and fed.
It grew to the top not passing the stairs
The apples on it carrying my fears
I took a bite and fell did I
To the carpeted softness of each of my lies.
I fell to my insecurities
I looked away focused on my maturities
I dropped to my dirty guilt
The floor covered with a rainbow quilt.
I rose to my loyalties
An empty room surrounded me.
My kindness, and giving, and all of my vices
We’re not shown to my devices
The walls closed on me instead of death
I faced a fiery steam.
a train sped off like within a dream
I thought of Hell
The fired up cell.
But that wasn’t where I lay.
I took one step, I was on the stairs at the end of the day.
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