Painful Writes

colors of its spirit if revealed
claddings shivering tattered old
skins never then be pealed
draw them silent in your hold
spears may be pointing out
pierced through bleeding firmament
no play of a pretending lout
or an occurrence permanent
had not it been healthy once
in gloss in humour and aloft
a lesson new is casting dunce
in a heart timidish soft
like a river of volume and width
its music noiselessly graceful low
constricted into a rocky myth
how turns turbulent in its go
a great fall then falling loud
takes to condole and pacify
with no liberties allowed
and so none bravely to defy
can these want to mirror sad
are they of their own
haven't dressed themselves bad
in meanings or their tone
do I sound bothered for their looks
ignorable are these banal trites
the reader decides what it cooks
changes not these painful writes
O please put forth no complain
and no nailfull healing balms
let these try to feign again
and wait to return to their charms