The confusion
Descends like a mist
Suffocates my subconscious
My minds in a twist
The haze
It's grip is so tight
I try to be free of it
As much as I fight
Dark steps
Lead down, to a sad place
If I try to slow myself
The confusion gives chase
Disorientation
Now very much my enemy
A feeling of unsettlement
Won't let my tired mind be
Someone please
Save me from this cloudy veil
Before the smog of my mind
Leaves me weak and frail
©Kim Brown 19th October 2012
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