In the Corners of My Mind
in the corners of my mind
i stood in the corner
tears running down my eyes
a brown paper shaped cone
riding the top of my head
an ostraziation
an exorcist
a dunces cap
it mattered
it mattered a lot
the flock was laughing
laughing at me, again
Ms. Melby's second graders
prim and proper
to me a bunch of sheep
their eyes kept peering at me
i could hear their voices
why dunce, why dunce
why did you throw
the eraser at the teacher
why, why
... ah because
she hate me
hence little pink flying
across the room ...
she wrote
I was a lost soul
... and someone
needs to extract
the demons, the demons
out of me
before it's too late
i told her so,
nobody explained
nobody listened
nobodies child
an orphan now
yes i was
standing in the corner
of a lost life
with a lost soul
stewing
mostly onions
i cried that day
on a cold dark
darkening existence
my hands covering my
eyes, the tears rolling ...
rolling down my eyes
as i stared into the corner
a corner of turbulent waves,
waves of such
of a red sea that i was in then
that i never parted
in the corners of my mind
connie pachecho
3/25/17
no more contest in my soup
its probably better to do it just for fun
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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