The Book of Poems

Confusion

My mind is engulfed

And confusion continues to cloud me

It gradually consumes me and I am unable to flee

It sits there on my mind

And it questions whether I am blind

The truth aches

And I realize that I'm a prisoner of my own mind

As I rake through my thoughts

Nothing is able to phase me

For the conflict within slowly unknots

Conclusions are meant for happy endings

But I don't have that to offer

Life is a puzzle and it is normal to have sufferings

What matters is how we deal with our misunderstandings

My mind is engulfed

Sometimes the fruit of self-respecting

Is delivered to one by the process of reflecting

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