For Magpie Tales
Those stairs taunted me
With each step
With each call
It was more difficult
To lift my feet and go
With a smile
Illness is an ugly thing
And comes in many forms
As I cared for the ailing
Sickness entered me
One more ring of the bell
One more weak cry
I tried for patience
Love and understanding
I was tried and tested
The final test I failed
Empathy no longer inside me
I ended it
They found her
At
The
Bottom
Of the stairs
I was smiling
23 comments:
very good, Ms E.G Poe...
I like the perspective you took. For some, climbing steps is impossible.
i knew it was gonna be a dark one. :)
Oh!! I know this... My grama could barely climb stairs and so for my mother in law... its so tiring for them... a nice poem with a dark side... :)
im really sorry for the multiple repetion of the comment gail... dont really know what happened here...
That brought us all back to Earth with a bump...
Enjoyably dark - well written!
Quite brilliant, actually.
So enjoyed your poems dark or otherwise.
This was wicked fun to read..those stairs where just too much.
Darkness swept back in . . .
I'd get short on empathy too
doubt I'd push someone down the steps though . . .
Poem a little dark, but entertaining just the same, and I love the worn steps. Also like the Helen Keller quote.
This is excellent!
Scary but good!
Oh no! Now you must run fast, before C.S.I arrives! Hurry.
Oh, you've set that up to be perfectly chilling!
Yes, that was very moving and I think she was right to end it - such a thing to endure is degrading and her smile showed her happy release.
A brilliant take on the prompt ~ Eddie
The ending took me by surprise.
Cait said exactly what I was going to say!
Is it evil that I laughed when I read this? Sometimes dark tales crack me up.
Your ending surprised me...I liked...
This is cool. I'm going to have to try this writing challenge.
Yours was brilliantly done!
the ending really was a surprise....very true about the old age and illness.....its scary.....
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