Hazy Confusion Poem by Jennifer Batch

Hazy Confusion



Achy and worn, tired and sore, crumpled the weary body lay upon the floor
Tis dull the pain, compared to such immense torment held within the withered soul
Like a turbulent storm brewing in the dark night sky a deafening rage cries out
Pouring down unto the soul drenching it in disenchantment as lies be told
Rumbling thunder loudly pounding; fierce, jagged lightening brilliantly disperses
Dancing unencumbered weaving intricate details spinning truths into lies; lies into truths
Slowly seeping out like a thick, dense blanket of deceptive illusionary shadows
Tis a foul, tainted, ever thickening blanket woven of hazy confusion
Laced in poisoned wicked folly, immensely full of contradiction
Faintly glowing doth dim light from a distance entrance delicate, fluttering wings
Like truth being dismantled by lies, foul poison draws life from the unwitting moth
Leaving behind a soul filled with lingering doubt
As the truth, like moths, are slowly eliminated one by one
Within the hazy confusion of the ever thickening poisonous fog of deception
All well hidden within the soul of the crumpled, weary body laying upon the floor

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Jennifer Batch

Jennifer Batch

Bowling Green Ohio
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