We Must At Times Cringe Among'st Acidic Critiques... Poem by Michael Gale

We must at times cringe amongst acidic critiques...
Which at times eat at soul's selfish ego mystiques.

Must we brandesh a wall of contempt for man and all? ...
Must we wander aimlessly among cretins galore only to fall?

Do we fall to preyless nights? ...
Instilled to thee of abashed delights.

However we try'st these tender hard fought miles...
All along well fought, best bet trials.

Along thy way of mistrusted ignite...
Experience of failure is winning's most might to will thy fight.

Won at hand of tried most might...
Left as to unsighted sleight.