A/N: I'm sorry for being invisible for a few months. Just was going through some changes in , always appreciated!
An empty staircase he roams in,
One well-walked in desolation;
The forest creaks in void so thin
At a footstep's punctuation.
A heavy step rings of regret,
However light-footed it may be,
Groans a heart cheerlessly beset;
Oh, wooden, heavy-handed tree.
If only he would reach the end,
A walker of soft seclusion,
To a place where he could pretend
The stairs were just an illusion.
A staircase in each traveler's heart
Responds to the weight our steps part.