# The dark corner

Author: james mikoto
Tags: Dark, Death, Poems, Poetry, darkness, life, tears

#4 of life

There's a cold dark corner  
in the back of my room,  
it speaks to me  
and says I'm coming for you.  
  
As I lie on my bed  
in the fetal position,  
my eyes are closed  
hoping and wishing.  
  
Maybe that one day  
my dreams will come true,  
that I don't have to be here  
so down and blue.  
  
The corner keeps talking  
about how I'm going to die,  
all I can do  
is lie there and cry.  
  
As the corner gets closer  
and takes me in,  
my soul starts to burn  
as so does my skin.  
  
My bones shall lie there  
turning to dust,  
my bed surrounding  
nothing but rust.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/YnLk2AAm
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