Spiral Staircase In Sepia Poem by Paula Puddephatt

Spiral Staircase In Sepia



That spiral staircase -
which I visualise now in sepia tones:
Where does it lead?
Where did it start?
Spriralling, spiralling -
out of control -
the unanswered questions,
and unquestioned answers -
and the tick-tock
of 3am,
and a mind exploding,
dreams shattering,
exhausted,
unsleeping.

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