Confusion
Cold and empty
Silent and still
Don’t know whom to turn to
Held against your will
Keep running
And no answer
Can’t find the light
Hearing voices shouting out
In the middle of the night
Confusion is no one to turn to
When your life is slipping away
Confusion is night falling
In the middle of the day
Confusion is skyscrapers
Minimized to nil
Confusion is running away so fast
And yet barely standing still
Totally oblivious
From what you truly see
Something totally different
Anti reality
More then life’s appearance
Less then what eyes know
Totally out in the open
Not able to let go
Confusion
Copyright 2002 Dark Poet 13–John Andrew Fowler |
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