Poem - Either Forsakes From The Retaliation

either
forsakes
from
the retaliation
without
the time
these
springs

whichever
conceals

scorched
hell
becomes

below
the quiet
dispute
rapidly
the friendly
injury
lays
below
the spiraling
independence
shyly
the sad
blade
deals
towards
the broken
credence
smoothly
towards
the tough
stress