Memories That Rest

I wish I caught every tear you wept,
Stood proud, open arms before you left.
The lust passes and the years follow,
The reality we are born into is hard to swallow.
I am a mouse among men,
But still with passion until my end.
You are the marauder who captured me,
And drowned too, beneath the sea.
In an embrace held short, I live,
There is no crime I would not forgive.
Trying to find life and breath
We are forgotten, left for death.
But still I wonder if within your chest
A piece of me may forever rest.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Tonight Alone

Tonight there will be no fairy tale endings,

No moonlit walks through the park.

I’m left alone instead, to beat myself up—

Forged memories falling apart,

The desire I harbor spilt in ink.

I am stuck imagining life with you here,

I want to tell you how much it hurts

To feel like a mistake.

The agony I put myself through,

Trying to find precise flaws

Is slowly tearing me apart.

And with each day I become more confused

Because all I want to do is speak

But you are not around—

Even if you were, I would remain quiet

For that seems to be who I am.

I hate living in this shadow,

All I wanted was to speak.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Forget Me

I watch you forget me, break memories forged,

As I’m left in loneliness, your memory to linger

You speak calmly through shrouded mystery,

Unknowing of how each word you speak

Has an effect on me.

And the hardest part is to pretend

That I don't hold you dear. 

I shift to the edge of my seat as you appear,

And I can feel my heartbeat flutter when you are near—

But hope is dashed when you are next to me;

We might as well be miles apart.

You smile and laugh, while I hold a grudge,

Angry of how you don’t understand.

I torment myself behind closed doors—

Trying to find why I have been forgotten,

Do I speak too much or not enough?

Do I cross your thoughts or am I a dream?

I’m left without hope when you are here,

And I watch you look right through me.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Flawed Minds

Anything can feel important

If we infuse it with meaning,

Even an item as simple as a napkin

Can provoke enough emotion

To render us speechless—

For we are the ones who define it.

It isn’t the napkin itself

But the importance weighed within it.

Because that is human nature,

To personify every item around us

So when we are left sitting alone

We can evade the loneliness

That’s bound to come.

We can lie to anyone in this world

But ourselves.

There is one person we can’t hide from—

One person who knows our secrets.

Left alone in hate, envy and lust—

Forever soiling our minds.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com