Monday, October 19, 2015

The damp corner

There is a damp dark corner
at the back of my room,
it speaks to me
and says I'm coming to you

As I lie on my bed
in the curled position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing.

Maybe that one day
my dreams will come true,
that I don't have to be here
so down and blue.

The corner keeps talking
about how I'm going to die,
all I can do
is lie there and cry.

As the corner gets closer
and takes me in,
my soul starts to burn
as so does my skin.

My bones shall lie there
turning to dust,
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust.

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