Where the stairs collapse

It is not the end,
it is just a prison,
no doors hold the walls, no windows to peep the dead.
nothing is grief just a silence if amazing.
A groaning very far away
a tickle of light the just can see.
Not space can relate to its time
no ground can hold its earth.
So while you climb the stairs of infinity
stop counting with your feet
not everyone in there must you greet.
Remember retribution rows around
and only penance can see the light

Ruddapoet