Confusion is a funny word
That truly rules the world
But its not just a word
It’s a feeling,
it’s a feeling I hate
A feeling I wish to never have again
But I have it right now
How can I shift it
Am I being tested
Or tormented
Why must I love 1 for years
And yet now I’m falling
For another.
Confusion I hate
But its always here
Maybe one day I’ll beat it
Never to hear from it again.
Maybe I would have made
My life times tough
Decisions or maybe
I will be full of regrets
I don’t know which
It will be, .hopefully
the first one for me.
I don’t know why
I’m writing this
Its confusion that is
Giving me these thoughts, feelings etc
I'll see it again and so will you
I’ll bet you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhhh yes...to be conflicted...to be torn...to live with anguish and feel forelorn... Nicely written. Hugs, Dee