National Poetry Month: Five Flights Up

Five Flights Up

Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase
with a railing polished smooth from wear
Ascending the same five flights everyday

You wonder, stuck in this daily repetition,
why your perfect world came crashing in
Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase

Step by step, how life seems these days
Hardship, drudgery, always stairs to climb
with a railing polished smooth from wear

Laughter floats downward, you remember
You had a family once, now you are alone
Ascending the same five flights everyday

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