Like winds that breathe a cloud to shape
To where its own esteem,
The friends to sit and gawk & gape,
Contoured to what winds deem.
To run away a meek escape,
For where one hides or vanishes
Beyond the eye or the landscape,
Your spirit with you tarnishes.
Seeking you it always will;
Where eagles soar they are brought down.
Monstrosity never has its fill;
Where you run, you'll still be found.
When caught you know you meet your doom:
Your soul it drags and tears from you;
Your heart & faith, around it looms;
Replaces them with dread anew.
Tense and overbearing, hefty and strong
Fight you must, for carte blanche;
But this conundrum before long:
Pieces will fit, and you have lost.
Tiffanie Lein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-force/
