The Words They Wove

Poetry with my own flow and odd patterns, I'm not very good with sticking to a rubric..!

Within the boundaries of fleeted quietness,
There came an echo to bestow,
Hushed by whispers which writhed forth, propelling thoughts below,
And down with precision, both daunting and deranged,
It had perished the soul, to with which the brink of innocence had been maimed;
Abjured in a constant, and for once she had been drained,
Of all the colossal malice, both forgoing and framed,
She sat beneath the conifer, refused to brush its ends;
For the precision beneath sharp edges had refined the yearning of hope,
Yet she'd knew its irrepressible nature had incogitable threats,
Filed by the presence of the blasphemous behemoth that never forgets,
To impel you in his chamber, toppled with losses and tremendous regrets.

So she raised quaintly from beneath the sharpened tree,
And lay out her hand in silence, prayers to be set free,
As the sudden emergence of a figure polished her hand with welcome nominee;
In holy softness, words sought to flee,
From the mouth of our beloved God to answer her everlasting plea,
Before her eyes tore open to the haze of somber night,
Followed by a warmth that managed to suspend -
The feeling of negligence that they'd sworn to amend;
And her eyes traced silently to the light that induced a recherche gleam,
As a smile crested the seams of her once wilted outlook,
For this was not but a simple dream,
This was God's beacon, and it continued to beam.

Author's Note

I feel as if my writing is gradually improving, though I know of the odds of using complex words, since all forms of creative writing should naturally be readable and able to be understood clearly. My poetry has always been brought on by self inspiration derived from books like Mr.Hyde/Dr.Jekyll - which wasn't exactly intended for public view. I usually try not to make edits for preservation, to look back and think "huh, I'm improving.. I think". What I feel content about one day, I feel disgruntled by the next. It's often times nice to see what my poetry writes mean to viewers, as I love variation in terms of creativity of mind. In short this poetry is about the depressional curve in life, but knowing that the end has consequences if you make unwise decisions (like self harm). And with that understanding, you eventually meet a light in your journey, where you overcome and empower your personal strengths, be it with the guidance of God or personal achievement.

The conifer tree represents the evil aspects of temptation and deceivance in terms of harmful or crucially gruesome thoughts to leave behind/reduce problems, and although tempting - it is understood that there are no real benefits in the hands of the devil. The term "they" is the negative influence of peers that encourage depressive thoughts. In the beginning (lines 1-4) is basically fighting with the girls inner thoughts, the goods and bads. I figured I'd give some insight, since I do understand that writing should be distinguishable and able to be "transcribed", though I don't seem to follow that principle. Whoops..

Ahhh sorry for a long note - all critique or recommendations are highly appreciated!