I wished a wish of fairy tale sentiment,
A longing heist that I want no part of.
But caught in a web—a mesh that cannot
Be thicker—I slip and flounder,
I misstep and blunder…
I howl and beat around, as I endure
Endearment and engagements.
I have encumbered the enjambments
Of a riddled mess, I am nothing,
Nothing but a shepherd’s pet—
With a tapered heart, and an unjustifiable
Longing that exists.
My own accounts and hopes of reason
Always seem to miss, as I bungle
The being that twists my seeing.
Sight is such a silly sense, blinding
Sensible gentleman, and weighing
Heavily on a long forgotten memory.
It is sight that coolly confronts,
The eyes of a lustful villain
But it is the feeling, which remains
Always—forever being.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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