confusion in the form of me
Posted to Action Poetry
by crunchellie on 2003-02-20 01:06:00
so at least i woke up in my own bed
despite the lack of pure feelings
and the incoherent babble of my emotions
that other night left me bruised and battered
i have yet to find my feet
and still can't see the road
can't even understand the stones
all i can can feel is the letters under hand
and all i can see is the words that i type
this land of doubt caught me hard
confusion in the form of regret
in the form of pain
in the form of loss
in the form of ache
in the form of longing...........
