Misunderstood (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Misunderstood,
Through everything here;
Like in the black wood,
Nothing to spare.
Love is away there,
To whom do I reach?
By walking this year,
And what will it teach.

Misunderstood,
No one to blame;
All is in a bear's hood,
With an adhering flame.
Reach out to no body,
Nothing to give;
Inside feelings free,
If they then live.

Misunderstood,
And tearing me down;
What comes of good?
In a ghost town.
Bring back my wishes,
I'll need them all;
When people me dishes,
And each of my call.