The Seven Last Steps

The wooden door, turquoise railing,
Invite me, dare me, tempt me,
To take the seven last steps,
Scent of air without you, detest I

The over rated rocks, light sand below,
The knife in my back, still heavy,
Stale sun bantering my shabby soul, yelled
"Gutless puppet, give death a try"

My life didnt flash before me,
A still frame, few years old,
White suit, blue spotted diaphanous veil,
Curious eyes, grazing August sky.

Silence announces coaches of sorrow,
Annoyed angels waiting to deport me,
Scattered senseless pieces won’t let it go,
The misfit still hopes, you would say “Hi”