A Girl In The Corner
I do not realize-
I have absolutely no poise
and I have no ties anymore.
For no one can be trusted.
Will they all turn by me?
I am just a girl in the corner,
alone in her own miserable company.
Deeply into despair-
Why do they stand by each other?
I want to have meaning too,
may be then I will find another.
And may be then I will prove it to them.
Will I spoil the standing somehow?
My imaginings are gone,
they flew out the window.
And I hear the odium’s bell-sweet release.
When can I get theses similes out of my skull?
I can not handle anymore dismissal.
I think that I will just lie down and sigh-
And perhaps cry with a bit more emotion.
What makes my mind so lacking in the finding?
I find myself wiping off the stares.
I hear the mutterings which only I can comprehend.
Words no longer spoil anymore.
When did the line end?
“The itsy bitsy writer crept
downward come the hand and scratch the fire out-
And circle a round the rhyming- the eroding, pocket filled of posers—
Do we all dropp down?