I feel pushed to the corner, the corner of what I know not and I hate it.
Yet where else could I go?
I had talent yes? No?
It slowly leaked out as I walked slowly dripping down into the cement
fueled by distraction it left
I felt ignorance enter like a stone
and there it stayed, a broken thing taking flight
who can contend with that?
So I retreated, to the corner, where it was safe.
Though the shadows crept over me, they couldn't hurt me there.
Yet in reality I was soaking up pain, hurts and frustration.
I couldn't say a word, they were snatched from my mouth
a bundle of confusion
I would speak
but the words had left me.
How could I contend with that?