The Breeze That Blinded The Eyes and Tamed The Wall

Is there anything that can bend the will of a strong-minded man who had been conditioned all his life to live like a regular man, and be tough through all things?

The Breeze That Blinded The Eyes And Tamed The Wall

 

 

You sit there sturdy, no surprise,

You stare at her, and she at you.

Surrounded by a thousand eyes,

Yet stared at by her only two.

The eyes hide what is wrong with you. 

 

Illusioned chains, they hold you back, 

You called yourself a monstrous beast.

You say you'd go 'round and attack,

Smiling; it's what you show, at least.

The eyes, they smile upon the beast.

 

She now shows a calm, graceful grin; 

You, confused, look away to tease.

When you look back, you'd think you win,

Now in her place, a gentle breeze.

She's gone, the one you can't appease.

 

You stare bewildered, no surprise,

You've never known a gentle breeze.

Transparent, yet before your eyes,

You tell it to leave; nothing leaves. 

And the eyes all beg, "Please, Please, Please!"

 

It moves toward you, slow and yet sure.

Your muscles, hard as steel, now tighten.

You try to move back from the pure,

Not knowing it's there to enlighten.

The w***e who hides from it, it frightens.

 

As it moves closer, you let out

A massive roar, no sign of fear.

You stand up tall, and scream and shout

"Weak little wretch, begone from here!"

Unlike the eyes, it sheds no tear.

Its whisper you can clearly hear,

So subtle to that of a car.

You step back farther, still no fear,

Yet your chains cannot reach that far.

Yeah, some 'man of the house' you are!

You're stopped in place, trapped to the wall.

The dark corner is now the tryst.

You violently punch through all;

How useless; it slips past your fists. 

You think, "I've missed! Does it exist?"

You brace yourself for its cold touch,

You try to think of your old man.

His voice so harsh, he yells so much,

"Fight through the pain, you understand!?" 

And the eyes tell you "Be a man!"

Yet you soon find yourself relaxed,

For a soothing feeling goes past.

Your will is strong, your muscles maxed,

But now those feelings drained, so fast. 

And the w***e is now blurry, alas!

You feel something run down your face;

You know that it's part of your soul.

You shudder from the silent grace,

The eyes now laughing, your heart's toll.

The eyes all mock, "No man at all!"

  

It comes again, same as before,

You try to shake its folly plan.

You think of friends, you have in scores,

Always telling you, "Be a man!" 

When the w***e had unleashed her plan.

 

But it continues on, you feel,

"You lost the fight," it sweetly sings.

You know it's right, you now reveal,

You invite the comfort she brings. 

The eyes around have slackened strings.

 

You look at her, the lady now,

Continuing to stroke your face.

You stare at her's below the brow;

They watch you still, with patient pace.

The cold stare gone; no more disgrace.

 

"I can't do it," you tell yourself,

And all your chains fall to the ground.

She holds you now, your little elf,

Yet what vigor, she did astound,

And on your knees, you cry no bound.

 

The chains are gone, with all their harm,

And the thousand eyes up and flew.

Now I hold you close in my arms,

And stare at you with my own two.

And you confess who's done with you.

 

 

 

Author's Note

No notes, except for I hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

I like it If i could add a note try not to use the same words twice or to have the same syllable type rhyme follow each other in succession to the paragraph it is best to change the words and Shorten them a bit in the total length as most today wont read so much In the past to read the ancient mariner was required not now

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Wonderfully Penned. You should read my stuff at the age of seventeen. Not good. Not good at all.

Example

Roses are Red
Violets are purple
I love you
Move than maple syruple


You have a talent that will only grow. Keep up the good work.

[Brittany]

When I was seventeen, I could not write with such raw emotion as you.

Truly, truly. I like the honesty in your tone, the transference of emotion is definately not lacking. Keep up the writing, and until whenever, keep it real.

[Lydia]

I'm not a big fan of color changes, but I liked this piece. I thought it was really well written and I love how your passion is obvious to the reader. Great job.