The man approached the building,
In his suit and all prepared,
The gothic spires spiraling,
Him just standing there.
He went inside this modern space-
Walked the room across:
Standing there in front of him
A simple escalier.
In English the word meant staircase
And so he had to climb
But this one simple staircase
Wasn’t very kind.
The first step was a challenge,
Too tight and steep already.
It told him he was wrong,
He couldn’t handle the height, it said
It said
He just wasn’t ready.
He wept and wept for he became aware,
That this one simple staircase
Could keep him standing there.
Up there were his friends,
He’d known since his youth
Why, what was this stairway
To be so uncouth!
Once more he cried and cried and cried
And became quite dejected-
For what was this building in his mind
To hide and hold his friends
This destructive barrier
Forever it ascends.
I love your poem! My favorite aspect of it was the format you used to write your poem as a spiral staircase. I think it is a really unique idea to do! My favorite line was "This destructive barrier forever it ascends." I really like how you chose a spiral staircase in order to portray your poem because I think it brings your words to life.
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