Confusion. That’s the
name of the city in which my thoughts reside.
It borders
Miscommunication and Delusion. It’s close allies with Heartache.
The sky is grey,
muddy and dark.
We don’t have trees
here in Confusion, just murky water and grey skies.
We don’t have flowers
here in Confusion, just weeds; growing like the incessant thoughts that plague
my mind.
We aren’t allowed
sleep here in Confusion. We get no breaks.
There are no tears,
no cries or sobs. Just blinding numbness.
Confusion. That’s the
place I find myself at two a.m.
Confusion. That’s the
place I live in now.
Here we are frozen. Stuck
in a place we cannot escape.
This is Confusion and
I am the only inhabitant.
Just a little something I played around with. Hope you enjoy it despite its darker mood.
xx
