into the corner

desire covers eyes
blurring sight
mind thinking to act
then staring that feeling
back down into the corner
from where it apparently came
lonely ropes swing
low song sung
words barely audible
hardly worth the time to hear
sinking deeper into the chair
birds aren’t singing today
the air is silent night
holy soul jelly roll
through speaker hearing
a poet speak getting discouraged
distracted on his way to the peak
white pages and random words staring
into thoughts passed presenting
a future with a sweeping motion
making all the wrong moves
at the moment and ended up
alone no idea what to think...