Cease

Between the desire to love and be loved,

There is a trap baited with monstrous feelings.

It starts with a radiating ache, deep within.

And leads me astray at the most nondescript

Of moments—it is a warning to pocket pride

And with heavy breath, edge my ego aside…

It is the syllables that pass from your lips

That I yearn for, when awake or at rest—

For it seems, I could dream a thousand dreams

And never find a smile as entirely encapsulating

As the one you wear with ease...

My courage must be akin to a frightful child’s—

Because I wish to hide behind metaphors

And other poetic devices that remain unnamed.

The passion is fixed, and dredged across my chest

To perfectly print the pining with physical ink—

A tattoo to display how fully I am vexed.

But I cannot forget, or delay the dreary image

That has twisted my hand and tilted the

Basis of every decision I have ever hoped to make.

My head spins and I feel silly—I wish to escape

The corridors that bind my thoughts,

And leave me feeling incomplete. 

      Dannyetman

www.DanielYetman.com