Lying in bed, tossing and turning <br />A sudden knot in your chest alters your breathing <br />Body permeates with an all-too-familiar burning <br />Much ado about nothing, your “learning” <br />Victim once more to the Yearning <br /> <br />Male or female, young and old, the Yearning doesn’t discriminate <br />In its rapid spread it won’t hesitate <br />Foolish are those who even attempt to meditate <br />Your better judgment it will eliminate <br /> <br />Yearning makes the strong, weak <br />Extroverts, meek <br />Introverts, speak <br />Transforming all into irrational freaks <br /> <br />You’re smooth like that until you’re not <br />Yearning reduces confidence to a tiny dot <br />As if your insides were to liquify and rot <br />A blot Rorschach could easily spot <br /> <br />Worse than a drug <br />Or a beating by a thug <br />One affliction you must constantly lug <br />The frail heart is perpetually tugged <br /> <br />Take heed: Yearning can last days, months, even years <br />Its wake will leave behind many a tear <br />That it will return again someday, the paramount fear <br />These are the times to lean on your peers <br /> <br />The disease is the common crush, and there is no known cure at this time<br /><br />Yoni Assis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-yearning-2/
