The journey offers copious choices
and we listen to the vexatious voices,
screaming inside our heads, until we cease.
The path ahead perhaps has been misled;
by the unread thoughts in the feather bed,
or the unsaid words we forget to express.
So silent, yet so startling,
the battle we fight inside the head.
This is the unexplored case,
a constant battle of ‘this and that’.
An unexplained state,
in the form of poetry
by an unidentified person,
and it’s called confusion.
*A confusing poem about confusion to disclose the state of being confused*