My Corner

Talk of some,
speak to none,
look to those,
who minds have won.

Tomorrows known,
today's been shown,
no one thinks,
they have grown.

When far too little,
all become brittle,
stuck within
this horrid "middle"

They will come,
no ones won,
and shadows will,
overcome.

In my corner

(only the first part, finish when out of school)