The Corner Calls My Name

Another oldie. First poem I allowed others to read.

THE CORNER CALLS MY NAME

That voice in the distance
Crying my name
It can cry all night
I'll still feel the same

Another crack in the box
A place to capture attention
It's a place for my mind to go
For just a bit I'll hide inside

Reflections in the mirror
There's a stranger there
He's hogging my face
His vulgar body
Is undeserving of such a face

And now the dark corner calls
It's a place for isolation
Where I can fade away
It seems so inviting

Oh how I adore it
When the corner calls my name