Passive corners...

Deep inside,
deep, deep inside,
I've gone and settled in the passive corners of my mind.

That corner,
the active spaces have been dishonoured,
this is not my flavour.

So blocked,
in that passive corner I just unknowingly walked,
now I think I'm locked.

The passive corners so dark,
so unaware,
illogical,
now I'm there.

The air's so heavy,
I have difficulty breathing,
I need some warmth,
this passive corner's freezing.

Settled in a corner,
I have to get out,
where does this corner lay?
What is it about?

Outside I'm so numb,
why to this did I have to succumb?

In that passive corner,
I feel so blocked,
so lost,
so queer.

Looking at the empty spaces,
my heartbeat paces.
So passive,
so weak,
to this I can't be meek.

The passive corner,
making me feel like a goner.
I have to kick the door open,
it's been a long time since the last word I've spoken.
This is what it's like when I've entered the passive corner of my mind.

This beautiful painting is painted by Van Renselar, an abstract artist.
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