Beneath These Stairs


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photo by Alastair

These are the back alleys
where destitute meets despair
and this is my journey.
The stairs call me from the bowels
of my misfortunes, beckoning me
onward and up…I shall not go.
At the top of these stairs
humanity stirs, and I am long
since far removed…my face
cannot bear the light, my fate
lies in the shadows of this alley.

I fell from these stairs years ago,
awash in drink and drug…I found
my refuge in this shaded vale
beneath the mortal blow,
below the pain and affliction
stirring far above.
My world is diminished,
as am I,
though the day will come when
when my tired bones ascend,
when my body fades upon these
cold stone steps.
Then, and only then,
shall my soul ascend,
Then, and only then.
shall I find my peace.

8 thoughts on “Beneath These Stairs

  1. Very beautiful. Hauntingly so. What I find interesting are the green leaves. Though this place stirs an image on despair and ‘the approaching end’, the green leaves bring a feeling of hope – the peace that death will bring or the possibility joining humanity.

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