Stayed

By Bruce Clifford

I lack the confidence to be myself.
Living alone in this private shell.
I climbed the edge to service all of this.
Never finding a reason to resist.

I played with lighting on the seventh seas.
Finding the edge between falsehoods and disease.
My mind was active but turned naturally gray.
Guess she was the one who I let get away.

I lack the voice from within my inner self.
Making waves with the dreams of nothing else.
Passing the judgment on when to disagree.
Falling to pieces in many fractions of degrees.

I lack the confidence of what I was meant to be.
Walking past windows and exposed to a degree.
I walked the envelope between dusk and time.
Never once thought you could ever be mine.

I played with fire beneath the frozen lake.
Within in a blink of an eye it was all I could take.
My mind was focused but turned naturally gray.
Guess she was the one who I wish would have stayed.

©4/1/2025 Bruce Clifford

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