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: 
My community
Our world


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