Among the mess,
My vision is blurred.
I am confused,
not knowing where to head.
Echoes are reaching the destination,
but never actually heard.
How can someone be drowning in the middle of nowhere?
My mind is a maze,
Trapped in a haze,
Amazed,
By how much my vision is blurred.
That instead of tracking my way,
I am lost with a handful of bouquets.
YOU ARE READING
Blurred
PoetryDuring the phase of self-discovery, we get lost in so many thoughts. The road gets blurred and we lose sight. You are your only escape. Save yourself.