Swirls .....
Swirling thoughts of confusion and pain
Not knowing which way to feel again

Nothing that I say or do seems right
and

Drowning in a sea of confusion,
Hoping it's not just an illusion.
Flat on my back, looking up to the sky,
Floored again, I

Too Much Confusion

Too much confusion in the land.
Too much confusion comin' from the Man.
Wantin' somethin' for nothin' they

A pointless endeavor

To reach out to her

If I know that she'll never

Reach out in return

A heart without a beat

She handed to

The French bonnet...sonnet...

Her antiquated dress sense was divine
Soft lace trimmed silk adorned her petite frame
Red hair