Stiffneck

Does it really consumes the risk in favor of a glimpse?
and enough to pay and sustain my favor on his?
was looking back insulted your view of the future..
or was it your mind seizing you not to look at the picture?

every existed days passed by on your consolidation
every instance spent, with your temples unfolded and without hesitation.
did someone abandoned your mind's precious attention..
to make you look at others with eyes of pure frustration?

your eyes, round it is but lacks it's refraction..
your temples.. such proud ones adore are with no consideration.
your mouth that hides sores from within, your lips.. stoned and dim..
and your neck.. though not inverted, was as stiff as cliff..

Love as it is.. has brought you to fame and recognition..
Pride as it's treasonist puts you on this tea-colored delusion..
looking at us with your eyes of oppression and pressure,
incinerating us with your hands burning on turbid pleasure.

even sharp steeped cliffs heed no troubles within you.
just by relying on your proud ashen self consumes you..
nothing.. in this world can make you kneel with such purity,
In reasons that your mind was suffering on it's sullen tranquility.

thus finding cure on this rampant illness needs time and realization
and leaning on others is a part of the solution..
but the thawing solvent is within you and solely on the beholder..
to escape this madness, put it to slumber,
and entangle it..
with chains of kindness...