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Stairwell On A Saturday

Stairwell

Echoes in the stairwell
Of doors opening and closing
A young child whining
A hammer banging
On the rooftop
I keep on climbing up
A dog’s barks
Harmonize
With the sounds of my steps

Still, the stairwell on a Saturday
Is quiet enough
That I can hear my thoughts
And I’m thinking, oh I’m thinking
That I’m no longer worrying
About what I said to you
For what I said
Was awkward but true!

Cold white lights
Of neons on dirty walls
Smells of iron bars
And grey concrete
Feel dreamlike
I start going back down
A door creaks
At the top
Where the angry winds hiss

My breaths are deep and slow
I feel a calmness
Oh, it’s been such a burden
But at this moment, in the stairwell
I’m no longer worrying
About what I said to you
For what I said
Was awkward but true!

Apr 27, 2019
Gnocchi Artyst

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