Curiously Confuddled

I have been afflicted with an ailment,

That I envision as irremediable.

For it seems, no matter how fiercely

I fight against the feeling—

No matter how genuinely I struggle,

My heart remains seized.

And as I lie awake, with my curfew long

Surpassed—I anxiously await for

Morning to occur, in case our paths

Are destined to cross. I become

Curiously confuddled as I muse upon

The idea of hearing your voice,

Or witnessing your warming smile

One more time. I deem my desire

A dream from which I wish

To never wake, for I become lost

In the brevity that seems to always

Be flirting with the fringes of my

Perception… A yearning perfectly mingling

With images I can scarcely contain—

Pictures of holding you near, which exist 

Only within the confines of my mind.

I often become obsessive in ordering

The words that I feel will truly unveil

The passion that keep me vexed…

But it seems that I repeatedly fail

In capturing the sentiment I wish to pass. 

      DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com

Step Out of The Shadows

Step out of the shadows, feel the burning light—

Let yourself become a child, exposed and defenseless—

Yearn for greatness through watered eyes.

Joy, evasive, is always on the horizon,

Happiness mocks you, above your reach.

This is your life, without hope or direction—

Years pass and distance separates your silly dreams,

A child forever, forced to become an adult.

So rapid you age, no time to tie the knot,

Strangers are growing far apart.

A bitterness is left behind with each heartbreak

Anger that feeds your ambition,

Leaves you feeling empty inside

Step out of the shadows, feel the burn against your skin,

Cast aside the cloak that keeps you numb

And curse and scream,

Lash out and release the hate,

Break everything not yet broken—

Forget the words not yet been spoken.

 DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com