Analysis of "never carded" a poem in free verse

I don't adhere,
to adhere I'm a fear,
fear, fear of my own.
I don't fear, fear,
fear for my soul.
On the wine,
of the vine,
of the fray,
of the fray,
wonder although why?
Under way, under way,
way, way of your own,
I'm under frayed,
frayed, frayed to say,
under trees your of my own.
To say,
if you have,
to be,
I will see,
to see,
to her as she said,
she said,
the fear of her soul.
She said,
she said as I watch her,
with the feeling that I see of her soul,
that walks on my mind,
it's her and she needs to breathe.
I'm here to shed, to shed,
under the feelings,
of what she said.