I suddenly feel a little emotion coursing through my stagnant body... lets see if I can make words out of it..

Sitting silent in a corner, staring at a wall. ----------------------------------------{ I am wedged between two worlds, the wall is my emotion}
The wall is a mirror of the corner, staring down the hall. -----------------------{My emotion is a mirror, I have become the corner, and I see an escape}
Sitting silent is the corner, tearing down the wall. -{I am still sitting wedged between two worlds, I am the wedge, and I am trying not to see the mirror, not to see the corner }
I pour some coffee in my cup, turn and face the TV ---------{the bland and exposed frivolity of my life in my bland and reasonless actions}
I can't escape the wall.-----------------{ easy .... }
the corner has become the wall... ---{ also easy........}

there you go .......... is this poetry ?... I think not ...........