A/N: BWHAHAHA! I can't comment on your reviews cause I've added these too quickly!! HAHAHA! Anyways, this one was suggested by a friend who has a tendency to be awed by my old stairs (Love you stairs). Hope you enjoy!
Staircase of a Mad Man
These simple oak stairs,
That makes up this path
Go on and on
Forever down your path
The smell of fine wood enlightens each step.
As you ascend and descend
The stairs creaking here and there
Showing worn scars too hard to bear
Gleaming like crystals,
Here and there
And covered in dust
Where you dare not touch
This wood is old,
And dare I say trustworthy
This wood is strange,
Weird, different, unalike
This wood is just like me.
Made for you it is
They go straight forward,
Like nice normal stairs
But I can never see the top,
Shadowed by dark
Nor the bottom
And shadowed by light
When I trip and fall,
When you are unsure
I reach out for the rail.
That is made of wood, steel, and metal.
Sometimes I grasp it
With a firm hard grip
And sometimes I miss entirely
Smashing down on the stairs
But I can not help but stare
Neither can I
Like a unsure child
Which you are
At the rail that is always there
Gleaming in the light
But not as well
And hiding in the dark
So I stand up.
Brushing the dust off
Walking once more,
Up and down these oak stairs
Tripping now and then.
Unsure feelings
Grasping the rail or falling hard.
Both you do
Only to start once more
Up and down
These twisted,
Obsessed
Straight stairs
That you continue to walk
Up and Down
In a never ending flight