I wish I could help you find what
you’re looking for;
I see it in your eyes, the
happiness you lack—
And each time I break through the
stoic indifference
That paints your face, the smile
is fleeting
And is painted with despair.
But I know what it is you want,
The greatness you seek—
The precipice which is always out
of reach.
Each time I see you fall I can
feel my heart sink,
I want to help but there’s
nothing I can do.
On those days you do rise up and
go to bed with a smile
I cry myself to sleep for I know
it’s not going to last
And by the time I wake you’ll be looking
for a way
To blame yourself for what went
wrong.
Each day I watch you kill
yourself trying to reach your dream
And I become so sick watching you
get knocked down
That I find myself physically ill—nauseous
with worry.
I wish you would stop, and give
up
So we could live a normal life
But I know that without those
dreams—if they were ever taken,
Well, I don’t think you’d be able
to survive.
You would be left with nothing
but me
And deep down—within my heart—I
know as well as you,
That I’ll never be enough.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
