Confusion

I am myself twice removed,

ill fitting,

misplaced

displaced

and

in the wrong life,

turning discovery inside out

where was I going when I came back?








Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-02-26 at 00:38

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Love the dreamy yet streamlined nature of this poem. "Confusion," yet it resonated with something everyone can relate to.
2016-02-26


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
when life becomes solitary confinement, it is time to let go of everything to live a life of the mind. in that way nothing can be taken away, lost, only gained, and the confusion becomes still waters. so i think.

this poem is one the verge of letting go. it's excellent in every way.
2016-02-26


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The traveling - to thear - and back - heather and diviva - can be such fun - or not - an expreance - all the same!
Ken ;) :)
2016-02-26