Confusion Poem by Chris Townsend

Foot steps, snow covered path,
Relentless feelings, left to last,
Hatred screams in this cold whole,
As this boy, his life takes it toll,
Strolling along this winter wonderland,
Wont you give this poor boy, one tiny hand,
Rejections come to haunt my core,
As beneath this smoke covered room, thrown to floor,
Crawling to escape, held by binds to keep me here,
Deep in my mire, covered in fear,
There is only one sign one way out,
Covered in barbed wire, shrouded in doubt,
Do you want to heal this poor boy,
Do you seek to never find, this little toy,
Can you feel the vibration, as he breaths deep,
As this night time, no need for sleep,
Colored black in this immunity of pain,
Leave this person, let him live in vain,
He plays he screams he cries at night,
One more victim, a love loss, loud yet quiet,
As the building pressure this damnation of a fool,
This lowly creature, this epitome, this broken tool,
Don’t give up there is always a battle or two,
Why not let go of emotional dark blue,
Why does love hurt, why cant you let go,
Why is it all the best things, sorry to know,
As the morning brings its fresh look at life,
As this moment, a stab, a sharpened knife,
Cuts deep drags me round the room,
As before my maker, I will find myself too soon,
I wish upon this a falling star,
What the hell am I up to, why is he so bizarre,
Confusion attacks, takes me down,
A deep self centered emotional deep felt sound,
I take the test play the game,
But in this life time, no rest from sane,
Field drenched in cold blood,
Deep entrenched, hatred mud,
But a quiet soul, a person in love,
Drifting into the ever more, blood soaked glove,
Head held high, dragged along the floor,
Battle torn, clothes a tatter, closed up door,
Caged animal living free,
This confusion all adds upto me …