This is a short poem I wrote that describes a child crouched in a corner–helpless, in pain and unable to influence change on the situation in front of him.
It is written based on a recollection of my past memories.
‘A child in the corner’
A little child suffocates in a solitary corner,
Papa and Mama enraged, he is but
get me out of here he
whispers : 1
count, two counts. three &
Slice the tense moist air into