i climb the narrow stairs of burden:
little step towards the agony unseen.
i elevate from one space to another ---
weak body i can no longer bear.
as windows, door, fall ---
same with spirit, dying and cold.
every will turns to ashes:
some hopes become a collection of puppets.
footprints on the ladder remain sour ---
bitter-sweet pain inside my bones.
i reached the scenery of one hundred steps ---
i have to go back and start again.
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