My stomach in knots,
And all is lost,
in my mind thats filled with confusion.
I try to remember all that I have learned,
so my confusion will disappear,
so my mind will be clear,
so I can think straight,
without the debate of whats right or wrong,
or of the things that bring tears to my eyes.
Why these moral battles?
that leaves me in shatters,
and brings the confusion back.
My life so out of place!
And just as I'm beginning to think I'm back in control,
life proves me wrong!
So I'm back at square 1
with these feelings and thoughts,
that no-one understands but me.
Yet the question of right and wrong rings in my head,
and I'm left with the feeling of failure.
Keshia, I like your concept of 'moral battles.' I can certainly relate. Great write! Brian
There is the truth about what you reflect, especially when it comes to think of the South African story.Fantastic poem K, i love it, i really do!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, in the present day circumstances this confusion remains with us.a good poem