Dear George

I’m just one more fallen solider, buried in sorrow,

Open wounds festering beneath my chest—

So tell her, tell her please,

Where my true thoughts lie.

I think I’d like to go home one more time,

And see the summer through a child’s eye,

Play on those rusted down swings

Until our mothers call us home.

So Please, before I’m gone,

Tell her where my true heart lies,

The one I’ve hid so well.

I’ve no pride left to swallow,

No tomorrow to live for.

I’m just one more fallen soldier, lost in time,

I can watch all dear to me fade away—

The memories I carry die with me,

Nobody to remember the valley,

Where the roses grow in rows.

And oh, hold my hand in my dying hour,

For one day I thought I’d go back

And pick one of those pink florets

To give to her… What I wouldn’t give,

To see her smile one more time.

What I wouldn’t give to be the one

To make her day, elate her

From dawn to the sun’s final hour.

Leave me here now, a fallen solider—

Leave me to brood over lips

That will never meet.

        DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Tempest

Upon the window, enveloped in despair,

Reflects the caustic image I wish wasn’t there.

And as the tears come rolling down,

The water weds the solemn ground.

Under watchful eyes, I’m not alone,

Through the picture the tempest moans.

But those eyes, those blue-brown eyes,

Distract me from the thunder’s rise.

Binding me within the confines of my home,

I’m left shackled as the monster roams.

In my ire, ere a single thought, I shout,

“What has your mischief brought about?”

Upon the window, without despair,

Laughs the demon I wish wasn’t there.

And as the tears come rolling down,

The water weds the solemn ground.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

To Be Happy

This is what it feels like to lose a game that I never meant to play,

To feel myself drained, when happiness comes to play--

Left to brood, no love in my eyes--an empty veil to hide.

I once has the audacity to believe I should be happy,

The pretense to think I was a knight in shining armor.

Where are you, when the light goes out?

Where are you, when my eyes are closed?

Oh, my spinning head won't let me rest,

A plethora of listlessness overcoming,

Trying to hide the secrets held deep within.

May you walk towards the burning light,

And find me waiting there, and here my voice—

Listen to the silent plea my eyes deliver,

Look past the half-masked smile to the sadness within.

When my head is bowed, know I'm trying to speak,

Trying to let you see the face beneath the mask.

My eyes are red, for it is hard to sleep

While my wakefulness feels like a twisted dream.

When the lights turn off, the truth comes out,

Always leaving one of us malcontent.

Little did I know, little did I care;

Little did I know, I lost the game--

I lost before I even knew your name.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com