Stair of Despair

A quadriplegic man meets a deadly obstacle.

The stairs, they laugh at my pain,
At my suffering. So far down they do stretch,
Staring back at me with a splintered grin, an unfathomable abyss of torment.
If I make but a single move, it may very well be my last.
That is, if I can even gather the courage,
The will, to propel this prison that contains my soul,
This prison that is my motionless body, and the chair it permanently resides in,
Until the day I finally begin to decay,
As I have been dead inside for many long years.
My permanent wheeled throne of utter sorrow.
All it will take is a push of the joystick, just the lightest push,
But just the right push can make all the difference,
Just the right push can set me free.
Free from the numbness permeating every one of my nerves,
Freedom from this numbed existence entirely.
Oh what I would give, to feel once more, the things I once felt,
The warmth of a summer’s day,
The cold grip of the winter wind,
The touch of a woman, tender, and soft.
If only for a split second, I would trade my existence,
All that is my being, to end the numbness that defines my body.
And with this final thought,
I thrust forward with all the power my index finger can afford,
Pouring what little strength I have into propelling my prison to the edge,
The stairs laughing uncontrollably,
As I smash and hit each and every one on my way down,
The haunting echoes of their cries singed into my mind.
They may think they’ve won this round,
But the joke is truly on them.
I couldn't feel a thing.

Reviews

[Jack Reaper]

beautifully written, yet sorrowful. shows the inner conflict of struggling between life and death. really catches the despair of what has been unfairly taken. excellent

[Blackened Soul]

Thank you, glad it was enjoyed.