Love

Child in this world, born without a voice

He becomes the man, who lives life with hope,

His heart may grow fond but not by choice—

For him, eager eyes make it hard to cope.

The child brought into a lifetime of lust

Becomes the man who is destined to weep

Over the love that’s gone and lose of trust—

Forever wakeful—for dreams haunt his sleep.

Hope is what saves him, but with it comes fear

For fear is chased with feelings of regret—

Love may be followed but never feels near

With nights left home, waiting for pain to set.

Hope, the foundation of a broken heart

Forges dreams for him, before faces part.

     DannYetman

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Damsels in Distress

Somewhere along the way I stopped believing in fairy tales.

I stopped believing that I could live happily ever after.

Dreams of white chariots and true love faded away,

But I wish I could believe,

I wish I could hang onto the fantasy,

The ideology of riding off into the sun,

Having rescued the princess and slain the dragon.

Somewhere along the way I became lazy

And stopped trying to save damsels in distress,

I was taught to hate others and with that

I began to hate myself—                                     

The idea of soul mates became lost

And I forgot who I am.

     DannYetman

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Goodbyes

One by one you disappear in front of me,

Before I have time to turn on my mind,

We are scattered by a gentle breeze.

The hallways we walked together are empty,

Now that all the people have gone—

In our hearts we are empty too.

I can’t pretend I understand this feeling,

But at least I have come to recognize it,

As where hearts are broken.

Longing drives us forward

And passion draws the line.

Destinies may intermingle,

But will soon be torn apart.

One by one we will all be torn apart.

     Dannyetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

Willow Tree

I went looking for myself today—

I felt as though I was lost

And that I needed to be found.

I searched among the people

But could not find myself there.

I searched among the birds

Feeding in the park

But I was not there.

I found myself beneath the willow tree

Where I had been from the start.

     DannYetman

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The Feeling

It gets in your head until you lose all sense of control,

Wave goodbye to who you are,

And wave goodbye to all you’ve ever known.

It becomes more than a want,

And it becomes so hard to breathe—

You can’t look her in the eyes,

Without the feeling of need.

You can’t speak to her,

Without feeling your heart sink.

She won’t be thinking about you,

When you’re not around.

She won’t be thinking about you

On the nights you can’t sleep.

She won’t be the one to keep you from breaking

Or be there to build you back up.

She won’t’ be the one to share your dreams.

     DannYetman

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Behind Closed Doors

The world becomes darker behind closed doors

When there’s nobody there to see you,

No eyes there to judge you,

Nobody to tell you not to hurt yourself.

The negativities which loam over you

Become your only friends in the room

And all you can think of

Is how insignificant you are—

You call yourself a failure

Because there’s nobody to argue against you.

There’s nobody to stand witness

As you destroy yourself—physically—

Nobody sees the deterioration

Of your mind.

When the door closes you are left

To make your own mistakes

And to find joy in your own world.

Through the window you see seasons change,

But behind the curtains you stay the same,

And you claw and bang against the walls,

Knowing that you are stuck.

The world becomes grey behind closed doors,

With nobody there to save you. 

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Somebody Worth Knowing

We all follow the same quest—

To love each other and to be void of hate.

I want to be there with you—pick you up when you fall

And be there to say good morning when you wake.

We all want to be loved and to have a good night’s sleep—

To find happiness and to be swept off our feet.

I want you to take my hand and guide me through the dark,

Show me what it’s like to have something worth protecting,

Remind me of the sanctity I have forgotten.

I want to know what it feels like to fight—

To have my body broken and my face beaten,

For these thoughts I carry will never be enough,

And I will never know what it is I left behind.

     DannYetman

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What is Safe?

What is safe?

Am I safe when my body fails me and I’m left broken?

Am I safe when I’m searching for a savior?

Am I safe when I grab your hand?

Am I safe when you take mine too?

Am I safe when I feel as though I’m living in a dream?

Am I safe when I take a chance?

Am I safe when you feel so close?

Am I safe when time has stopped and I’m looking into your eyes?

Am I safe when my heart sinks and you are leaving me?

Am I safe when I have your blessing, well wishes?

Am I safe when I am a thousand miles from home trying to run away?

Am I safe when I know by morning you will be gone?

Am I safe when I’m out of chances?

Am I safe when I give my all but still end with broken dreams?

Am I safe when I harbor a memory that will tear me apart?

Am I safe when I come home and have nothing left?

Am I safe when I’m in tears trying to replay each moment in my head?

Am I safe when I lose my voice and my hands start to shake?

Will I be safe when I finally find relief?

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com