The Corner

Alone in the office,

accompanied by dim light, 

depressing winter,

sitting in the corner,

staring at the floor,

shivering with mild fear,

crawling alongside the wall,

reaching that skeleton

at the adjacent corner,

holding self,

holding the skeleton,

bones attached with strings,

now a face-to-face encounter,

watching a man do it,

allowing self to collapse from inside,

a complete shutdown,

a blackout of emotions,

ah! its unimaginable,

a kiss for the skeleton,

a little talk through eyes,

that preciously awkward moment,

followed by a separation,

a bitter one,

returning to the chair now,

an outburst with a roar,

a tread of death nearby,

crawling to the corner again,

a cyclic dreadful event,

always alone in the office,

and moving towards that corner.