Life leads us
step-by-step
down an endless flight of stairs.
A spiraling stairway
where we can only walk down,
and only look back
but never climb up again.
It's an unending descent
into the unknown
called the future.
We are compelled
to keep stepping forward,
going deeper into the spiral,
getting lost in our pursuits of life.
Always looking for a better future,
yet never certain if the steps ahead
will prove better than those we've left behind.
For we are all journeying into the unknown
along the spiral of life.
Submitted to
#MyWritersPoetryPrompt
25th/2019
On Sunday 20191006
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