My Corner Comforter

Seeing my dignity FADE into obscurity, Am I who i am supposed to be? Is this all of me? Watching the CLOCK. Noticing hours Slowly slowly drip drip I sit in my corner writing in my journal. I sit in my corner waiting for my name to be Called for LINEN. I hear the din from other areas. I sit in my corner, I am not dethroned. Waiting to be called for supp I am not alone. My journal as my comforter my confidant My home. Peering through the dinge of a broken window pane. Watching for the elite parade of stars as NIGHT falls Tripping over the moon.