The Moving Staircase
I look up at this moving staircase wondering just where it will take me.
It moves slow yet with so much purpose.
I put my first foot on and then my second feeling a little lighter.
I don't see an end to the the moving staircase yet I don't see a beginning either.
Everything seems a blur, or is it just me?
I begin to see images, of what?
I see my friends and family.
My loved ones and my hated ones.
I reach out to touch them but they fade away right when I get close.
I see tears coming from the eyes of the ones I care most about.
Why are they crying?
Why do they seem so sad?
The moving staircase seems to be going a little slower as I see myself playing catch with my dad,
Getting hit by a car,
Kissing my parents good night,
Hugging my friends as they comfort me,
The moving staircase moves faster as I see a gun at my head,
Hear a shot ringing though my ears,
Hearing cries from multiply people that have blended together to make a profound mourn of sadness.
The moving staircase stops to show nothing but white.
