Confidence accosted

A confidence crushed under you
But I feel no remorse
No shame, guilt, disgrace or sorrow
Only the absence of [your] aggression overwhelms me
Your touch is devoid assault
Your touch is tender to my face
I feel your soft palm gently lean on my face
It caresses it, and my confidence falls apartHere stands the man [once] filled with boast

Here stands the man [once] filled with boast
His words bellowed across the city, searching for might
His eyes gazed over the heads of men; searching for challenges
He called on the warriors and conquerors
To them did he braced for challenge
Seeking that one should test his might
His confidence willed to feed on their might
That his heart may be expounded by pride
And on their defeat may he bask

But no!
None spoke to him
None came up to him for his challenge
For his confidence was impenetrable
Till she touched him
His eye fell on hers and found respite there
Her hands fell on his cheek and found respite there
Now his voice has fallen to a calm
And his heart to a rest

Here stands the man [once] filled with boast
Masked in confidence [as a stone mask]
He willed his stone face to live for ever
That through the aggression of life, it may carry him
Never had his heart felt the arm of compassion
Neither has the gentle touch of kindheartednesses been bestowed on him
Here stands the man [once] filled with boast
Here stands the man [never] filled with compassion
Here stands the man [today] accosted by compassion

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