'' Broken Stairs''

               '' Broken Stairs'' prt/3

I feel the world to be on fire and I have returned,

to put it (all) out,

the reckoning is now at hand, what has been written,

can not be changed.

A flutter of emotions, (all Seemed), wrapped Into one, gave lift,

a voice of (the) pandered lion,

who on one hand has been deemed, passionate but when returned,

mercilessly deranged.

Sometime I feel the need to question myself but the answer it seems,

never to be changed,

and the answer, consequently to have been reached, was (well vested)

and (primordially), arranged.

I remember the days, when i jumped in the trash,

just to find something to eat,

a simple shirt to drape my back, or pair of shoes,

to place on my feet……

He spoke as though, the lines he gave, was (free),

though (eloquently), unrehearsed,

and I (to he), was no number in line and (always) by he,

to be placed first....

A master of ponderance, was a title, I held as well to my end,,

so to hear his words of grandeur and hope was divine,

he had paved a road, from a rugged path back then and all

for the love of mankind.

What he spoke, was measured in what seemed as though many hours

but who am I, to question his time

and when I raised my glass of given water, to a toast of him, (I took notice),

he had changed it, into red wine.

My nights doesn’t sleep so easily these days, casting shade upon me,

with such little shine.

What once was a life, bound together with the strongest of rope, God sent,

has now dwindled away, into mere twine…. Jim

About Poem: Character complaining about his life on earth and how he had become fed up with it and felt he had earned his way into heaven but found that his selfishness kinda got Gods dandruff up a little but realized quite quickly why God wasn't the one to be in question and that it wasn't what you did are how you carried yourself in life, that solidified your passage into the promised land, but instead it was what you did for and how you treated others, when no one else would...