CONFUSED (POEM)

The wee hours I wake
My slumber I break
My thoughts are a jumble
Through which I stumble

What should I feel?
How should I feel?
Still…all’s like twilight
And grey impending night

This silent intrusion
Of all this confusion
My feelings are a mess
My thoughts I suppress

I stifle my yearning
Yet my soul is burning
The storm hasn’t abated
For chaos I am fated

Again at days end
to my thoughts I tend
Why did I fall
To that beckoning call?

And now…. this pain
This pain…this pain
Tis as real as my heart’s beat
And the earth beneath my feet

In endless stupor
I seek and implore
If it’s a dream
Why is it real when I scream?