Stairwell Echoes

Climbing those steps, alone in my mind,

the door slams, silence is kind.

Footfalls are swallowed by walls closing tight,

a whisper of air, stretching into the night.

The weight of each moment is thick with the fear,

that every mistake might be echoing near.

In the distance, a hum that’s no longer the sound,

of life, but a pulse of what cannot be found.