At The Bottom Of Nowhere Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Not at all dark or dank
In my little think tank
Here at the top
Of my world,
I’ve created a new thing.
I’m sure they’ll all sing
When they hear the music I play
The magic in the words I say.
But alas I am mistaken
For I have awakened,
To discover
I’ve been somewhat blind.
My topsy is turvy
My predicament unnervy;
It’s all been quite a scare.
In spite of my hope
I’ve been quite the dope
Seems I’m
At the bottom of nowhere.