The staircase winds in a twisted way,
Bending sharply at the happiest times,
Leading to steps of decay.
From these points of despair, it is slow to turn,
Out of anguish and fears, it finally climbs,
But by then, I’ve watched the case burn.
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
