Back Corner

I really don't do much on the weekends, as I am too lazy to leave the house, so I tend to write poetry instead. This is something I wrote yesterday:

Back Left-hand Corner

There is a room in my mind
A crawl space in the back left-hand corner
Where sometimes I retreat
And I cannot hear you
And I cannot see you
And I cannot feel

In this room in my mind
Where I sometimes retreat
To a crawlspace in a corner
And you do not hear me
And you do not see me
And I am alone

And this place where I sometimes retreat
This room
This space in the left-hand corner
Has no room for two
Has no room for you
Has no room

So I am alone in a room
Where I sometimes retreat
In a crawl space in the back corner of my mind
And you do not hear me
And I cannot see you
And we are alone.