lost and forgotten juveniles poems: Go away—

 Go away—

like the hounds of pounding sounds,
and all that surrounds,
a funny errand.

Voices I heard—
like a child wishing in the well,
like poker fishing in a dry shell,
a thought to prevail,
to excel, to pale—
but all is stale.

Go away—
your heart has had enough of me.
Leave me baffled, shattered,
clattered—still battling,
though I owned you,
you barely reckoned—
fairly, barely—hypocrisy.

Thanks for it all.
Was that all but a bluff?
Still, you were welcomed.