Once upon
As a child I walked
Barefooted steps
A silent voice
I remember the corner
In a home so old
Which as a child I called my own
Though not exclusive
I did not stake claim
But a corner I held
As a retreat away
Whilst siblings played
I sat there
And when they schooled
I sat there
My corner it was
A solitude from all
A place to retreat 
From this noisy world
That corner 
Has long since gone
At least that is 
In physical form

In a crowded room
I can feel alone
By switching off
From those around
That solitude
It does quite seem
Has stayed within
And grown with me
A place of silence
Of peace and serenity
At least I say so
Though reality may not
For when in my corner
There is one thing I’ve found
There, in my corner
I am empty and alone.