My first poem: Foth

I tried writing a poem. I wrote it so that it is open to a lot of interpretation by the reader. Foth is not a defined word and so can mean whatever you want it to mean!

Cruel is this world,
and cruel am I,
yet I do not befit here
tells me; my discerning eye,

to this world of wroth
abound with froth,
foth! Is this you?
Cometh forth unto me,
prove your love for me
is but thrice times three,

Oh how she delights
in my timely passing,
Tricksters nigh!
Foth! Is this you?
Do not pass by.

and so my dear foth,
from this word I depart
baring the sins I fought,
foth! I yell over yonder
for now I am I bought,