The Meeting Corner

Once I had a secret corner Without walls and without roof And it was beside a huge cross Where thoughts never intersect There I used to meet with misery To pursue her not to follow me As I was neither handsome Nor was I shiny like a coin Rather I was a man full of ignorance Then came the day unexpectedly A violent storm rose inside And I was right under its eye Being shaken from inside out In fear I held my pen over a pad And like a suicide note I wrote my pain suffered from misery Fortunately that turned out to be a poem Since then I have been writing And my writing works for me like a totem In dispelling the spell of misery Leaving me a free man A free man that bulldozes the corner And kicks right On the ass of ignorance.