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The Last Step I'm four, trapped on the bottom stair of my houseThe Last Step by ~isab099
Where nothing is stirring, not even a mouse.
Everyone else is asleep in their bed
Dreaming on safely while I sit here in dread.
Too scared to go up and too scared to go down,
I'm stuck at this end about to drown
In feelings I sense but don't understand,
Wanting my mum to be holding my hand.
I made it this far, there's one step to go
And I know that it's safe but then I also know
That monsters who hide under chairs while it's light
Sneak out and roam round in the dead of the night,
Hunting for children who stray from their room,
Ready for gutting and eating and doom.
They'll bea
Reading Wordsworth Now Clouds are suspended masses of water,Reading Wordsworth Now by ~isab099
Droplets communing through common desire.
If a cloud can feel lonely then a city ought to,
Logs from anywhere can become a pyre.
Each unrelated, purpose-defined,
"Birds of a feather", "Of a like kind".
Clouds are directed by currents of air
As they blow hot and cold o'er vale and hill.
Going where told, no thought when or where,
You have no opinion when you have no free-will.
Each unassuming, uncaring and cold,
Easy to master they do as they're told.
The vales are streets lined with man-made cliff faces,
Soil-less and soulless they're no place for dafs.
The sheep run along them losing th
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