In The Corner Poem by Alyssa Rieper

In The Corner



The wall is cold and made of brick
In the corner, where I sit

No more light from the candle I lit
In the corner, where I sit

It's too dark conquer it
In the corner, where I sit

Too cold to feel my finger tips
In the corner, where I sit

I feel death consume me a bit
In the corner, where I sit

Death has come, I felt it hit
In the corner…

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