Cornered

Found myself a corner to hide in yesterday

Found a place to sleep and stay.

Not looking forward to seeing the night

Not looking back at the loss of sight.

I need my hideaway, strange it seems

I need my corner to hide my dreams.

Lost in thought of years gone by, wasted

Lost in thought of life untasted.

Drawing to a close these unearthly thoughts

Drawing to a close unwanted unsought.

A corner, a corner a corner needed

A corner, a bend a loop; a life unseeded.

© Michael D. Powell