Corners,
They’re everywhere,
But one Corner,
Shadows me in my minds Lair.

It holds my objection,
It holds my fear,
It holds my sincerity,
And It reveals this individual.

A corner that is ominous,
Towering my anomy ,
By harm of the malicious,
Choosing Life as it’s fee

The fire of my soul,
It smolders in that corner,
Taking all my pride,
But just moving one coal.

The dangers of my past,
Interfering with my storage,
The storage of my present emotions,
All stored in that corner.

What to call the Corner?
My depression and discomfiture,
The mark that has scarred me,
A mark left by direct society.

This corner shall be my end,
As death’s Cold flicker-flame engulfs me,
I shall hide in this corner,
And close me eyes.

This Corner will be the last thing I know,
My only escape,
Like a coward,
I will receive everything that I’ve sown,
But what I have sown is not of my own reaping