A Bitter Taste

We have all been born with the same lusts,

And although it may be a sad fact,

It plagues all of us—Our emotions!

Are predictable and scripted, with the same

Bitter twists—the same thoughtless quirks.

We are all evil, spreading our nefarious

Deeds at different speeds—crushing spirits

To improve our own value—to rekindle

Our flickering souls, the sadness dwelling

Within our hearts. We are all selfish,

Looking to tango with the most attractive

Tail available to us—we our cursed,

Predisposed for narcissistic deaths,

Written in Lucifer’s clutches—Our lives

Will end equally miserable—equally unfulfilled

For there is no man on this earth

Guided purely by good intentions—

We are all living arrogant, self-centered

Delusions, where none of us are

Villains… How misguided.

We can’t all be protagonists.

         DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Truth

The truth is, I am empty—tapped out

Of fruitless fantasies and amorous aching.

I am convinced that I have no smiles

Left to smile or laughs in me to give.

I am sure that levity would be lost,

As irony cannot make me chuckle,

Or even hint of curdled feeling.

Left jaded and afraid, I am uncertain

And vaguely aware of calloused antics

That once were, and endings that

Haven’t always been joyous occasions.

Honestly, I spend my days delicately

Dancing around circumstance and

The unkind secret, that reappears,

Each time I stop to examined the

Whittled life I’ve been left to live.

I cannot keep my feet still for a moment,

Else I let trueness torture me

With apathy and archaic devices.

Dare not, the sun go down, for

Dawn must always been as dim

As dusk, one night prior

     DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com