Corners

In the silent corner
of my past
Where I see every spectrum
of emptiness
Where I hear drops and taps
of silence
Where I feel the chill and warmth
of a vacuum
I know weepingg as laughter
and sorrow as bliss
The markings of pain
as sign of my strength
Shards of my fragmented
thoughts
Lying idle, somewhere
Trying to recollect
one another
Though I remain still
and unmoved
Upon this space,
this insignificant
corner
I must find
myself.