The Floor

Sun, 11/04/2012 - 15:19 -- doris12

Step after step
The pain numbs me
Stomp after stomp
The ceiling smirks mockingly
Click after click-
Those must be heels-
The walls laugh

Ha-Ha
The ridicule doesn't hurt me
For without me,
You
The ceiling
and the roof
Would never exist

No "Thank You" is heard
But I do not fret
The feet smell
The heels hurt
The lack of gratitude is disappointing
But sometimes you must think of others
Before yourself

Step
Step
Stomp
Stomp
Click
Click
You're Welcome

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