The Corner
There’s a dark corner
in the back of my room
it speaks to me
And says “I’ll be there soon”
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position
my eyes are closed
hopin and wishin
That maybe, one day
my dreams will come true
that I don’t have too be here
so down and blue
The corner keeps talking
'bout how i’m gonna die
all i can do
is lie there and cry
As the corner gets closer
and takes me in
my soul begins to burn
so does my skin
My bones shall lie there
turning to dust
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world