I'm climbing, slowly, but making progress.
The top is getting closer,
The stairs feel less steep than they once felt.
After all this time things seem to be improving.
I'm cautiously optimistic, but start increasing in speed.
I'm running as fast as I can, the top is so close!
Then suddenly, without warning, the stairs turn to quicksand.
The once tall staircase slowly melts to the floor,
Taking me down with it.
As it flattens to ground level I notice, I'm still sinking.
I thought I'd fall back to where I was,
But now I'm sinking lower than I knew I could.
I don't know what to do.
I want to panic frantically and call for help,
There's no point though.
The only ones in earshot are no help, too busy.
I just accept my fate,
Hoping that once I hit the bottom I'll find a way back up,
Or maybe find someone that can help me.
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Author:
Leaking Light (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2017 03:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A pretty obvious thought in this one; Sometimes when you feel that things are finally going your way, suddenly everything can turn around, sinking you deeper than before it started. It's been a bit of a pattern in my life that I've noticed.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Light. Maybe with non-rhyming poetry, we can just 'flow on', short lines, long lines, etc. Rhyming poetry has its place too though, we know.
Thank you!
And yeah, my writing does need a little work, I'm still very new to poetry. I'm working on it though, the criticism is appreciated 🙂
We shall not be 'negatively critical', or not harshly so. Only nasty 'trolls' will do that 🙂
Its insane how much I can relate to this right now. I appreciate your thoughts.
Thank you so much! And I'm glad you're able to relate 🙂
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