Leaned against this mirkened fence
are we found equally bleached,
beaten by sun, rain and winter cold
The wait was like cracks around ice-holes,
in cold, not reliable and in complete inadequacy,
for the scum’s loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks,
refused me to blossom anew during my withering
It all just carried on, kept creating that ― nothing,
when all of this suffering bred forth its pitifulness
So, show me a memory freed from complaint here,
but honourable to my eyes can only Knowledge be
I am the quarry of Life’s faults
with my pathfound steps
Loved
Always feared
Hated
Always hailed