Right you are, Daniel! I edited it -- thanks

Adorn This Wall (Please read the explanation at the end of the poem)

With the tips
of my toes pressed to the molding,
my forehead and nose scrunched to the paneling, 
my eyes scan grainy wood and cross eyed, 
I only see a blurry 
nose. 

Who knows 
what has placed me vertically prone against this wall...
not the events in time, but my reactions to them. 
They have thrust me into this horrible position 
where I can no longer view the whole 
scene. 

I've seen 
the entire room before, from every angle postured; 
no self inflicted, painful sorrow will keep me here for long, 
since life's too short and I shall not spend it 
flat against this sanded 
board. 

So bored, 
I can't even take a step backward, achieving perspective...
no clear vision, forward now as this room of doom 
cannot show me the way..
no glass, not even a window 
pane. 

My pain 
at last can fade away 
beyond the imagined view of bright horizons. 
Clearly I belong outside, not here;
God, I hope there is 
a door in this wall.

© Norman S. Pollack

Please re-read the poem after you read the following explanation: This was an interesting exercise that I once challenged a creative writing class to try. It employs some poetic gimmickry I invented.. I know there are those that frown on such hijinx, but I believe there is no harm in exploring all ways to work & play with words. I call this "gimmick", "Homonym Line-Transition Poetry". The best way to decribe this is for you to read the poem again and take note of what happens with the last word at the end of each stanza and how it transitions into the first two words of the next stanza. There should be purpose and flow (and meaning) to the use of homonyms. An additional trick used here is that the homonym idea is emphasized finally as the very last line "homonyms" back to the very title of the poem, "Adorn This Wall."