Unpoetic Ramble Poem by Shelley Buffitt

If I were bold
I'd give you a name
But the nature of my shyness
won't allow me to explain
I'm not the type
to step out in the spotlight
This ironic tangled psyche
is driving me insane

If I had time
I'd give you this moment
but my needs intensify my greed
I'm sure you could find a much better offer
for unrequited love with an unrepented lover.
A troubled mind prays to bring it peace

But guilt has spread its web in me
I let it catch all my insecurities
as it settles in the spirit of the darkness
of my dreams.
From my side of the shadow lies the mystery

where my unpoetic ramble makes sense
For the cost of conscience in a womans heart
is based on where her souls been spent
'Don't be afraid'
I say....
'I will never hurt you'

'Your the master of your pain'
'The many sides in you, play perfect harmony,
trilogy will let the chips fall where they may'
'The silver edge of silence, soon will tarnish,
caustic revelation will burn to the bone,
as the never ending cycle toward your future
twists' your fate on its own'

I'm Going down,
waiting for the cup to run over
Looking in,
for a way to come out
Feeling joy,
and cryin' 'bout the lack of moral
Sensing hope,
but afraid... to conquer the game.