19 October 2012
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
Confusion • Opuss № I