I wrote a poem today at work but I'm afraid to post it.
It's full of lust, of fustration, confusion and emotional shit. It's golden, but so is my silence on this issue.
I'm chicken shit.
I'm a sitting duck.
I'm unsure of my next step and I'm to afraid to talk about it.
I stated my mind on this before and I'm not ready to state it again.
I hate not knowing,
But I hate risk taking.
I can almost map out the responses.
I want to save myself from them.

I want to give you this poem, I want to rip my heart out and leave it for all to see.
For now all I have to offer is a snap shot of my emotions.
Because the big picture is to wrapped up in everything it shouldn't be, and nothing that it should.
I've been turned into concret by my emotional fear.
All I can do is drink stale red wine and wonder what would happen.
What could happen.
What should happen.
What will happen.
I think to much and need to leave something to fate.
And Karma.
But both have delt me odd hands
and I feel bound to cheat.