Confusion

Poem Body

The troubled mind
seeking solitude
amidst a vast multitude,
an array of thoughts
culminate into a juxtaposition
where to emerge
remains a vision
nay confusion,
ere the sun drowns beneath the ocean
time envelopes insanity
man remains silent
in remorseful vanity
Alas!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Well said

Yes, alas!

Loved

If only we could look inside and see just that perfection that we all want to achieve,
Without the influence of the day to day things that pass by, and attach to our thoughts.
This is where the ability to be able to think in an emergency comes in, the ability to block out all surrounding sounds and thoughts and react in a positive way.
Quite rare this ability and takes a lot of practice, like not hearing someone when they are shouting at you.
Take care have a quiet day, Yours Ian.T