Pond Heard Waldon Depth of Despair

No particular rhyme nor, reason explains to boot within mind of this (boyish looking) ole coot, why sudden flashback didst kickstart metered metrical foot when during bout with anorexia nervosa, I did not give a hoot analogously harried and swiftly kicked with barebones styled tailored jackboot. Said eating disorder, sans self starvation arose without explicit explanation this grown man tries till he gets himself bluenose to recapitulate an ill fate, he conveniently chose still baffled, thus without aversion disclose, silence of echoes confidential matter I willingly expose, said trauma that nearly did foreclose emotionally mortgaged corporeal property boarded figurative windows, whereat up goes for sale sign testament to recalcitrant stalwart hardnose father and mother felt obligation to interpose lest premature demise, would invariably juxtapose dealing mortal psychological (albeit unfair) blow to parents plus two sisterly kiddoses perhaps family pets (cats and dogs), whose meows and lows punctuating equilibrium volunteering, (when suicide gripped stranglehold) spurring personal tragedy with sincere manifestoes (mainly not a verse to dabble with poetry) striving to cater to nonheroes to thwart tragedy, whose nose (mine) sniffs fallout mainly upon me woebegotten life somber (time to cue oboes), asper the plethora of influences that predispose one in the throes of adolescent experiencing oh ma dog...gushing hormones analogous to young lives loose then taut like mama's yoyos!