Decaying Stairs
I can sense the stairway
It goes on and on upwards
The stairs are decaying
Beyond, continue onwards
I don’t know where they go
As they stop before the top
They bring an eerie feel
Rustic looking as they stop
There is moss that grows here
Giving a feel of great awe
I would sure walk this path
But the path looks like it’s raw
Ancient this path crumbles
I can’t venture that much more
Path has beauty inside
Inside by its life and lore
Russell Sivey
Form Quatrain 6/7/6/7
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