The steps are crumbling,

Becoming dust and rubble,

With every step I take.

My mind screams for me to move faster,

Or for me to move at all.

Yet, I cannot.

I am stuck,

Like cement.

Falling through the broken steps,

Crashing into the depths below.

I have built a nest.

My mind screams,

For me to pack.

Yet, I cannot.

I am stuck,

Like glue.

I can feel my heart shatter,

Like the steps above.

From death and sadness around.

I dig deeper into my hole,

Finding comfort in its hollowness,

And seemingly endless black.

My mind screams,

For me to discover light.

Find what love is.

Yet, I cannot.

I am stuck,

Like I have been chained.