Why Did You Block My Eyes?

The see-hole rolls and reels. My eager eyes want to tear, the curtain between your poem and me, the treasure-land is blocked. Are you Long John Silver? No, you can't be. I never ever wish to get away from the sight of this site. Fake pride isn't my goal. I'm solitary cloud, love to float and smile. Whoever bullies me hope it's fake, not real. I ain't an Octopus or Ogre or anything you entitle me with. I don't swallow poem, I feel them, as I feel your love, hatred your seven shades of emotions. Why did you block my eyes? Do you want me to get off? I'm ready dear. Because, I respect the readers' reaction! If my presence is pain, I must return to the lone kingdom of my attic, to sing alone the song of joy and merriment, weaving the prompt lyric, like a rural bard. May be that's my destiny!