This poem is a reflection on those times that someone’s attitude is sow hurt, resentment and desperation that it is best to just leave alone for a while…
Wading to Ex-hell
I got a load of their bearing
As helled in desperation
That heir of hurt and resentment
Wading to expire
Though in the present moment I new
Having labored that cramped and lonesome berth
Taken
Fore granite
That small peace
Of mine
Be stowed my weigh
Knowing like wise
Hear and now
Beside themselves
List∙ening
There was sow little
I might
Due
Accept a genteel blessing
Cool won’s heels
And stay
Any impulse
For a bettor de-meaner
Having got win of
Leaving well, enough
A loan
