Confusion

This is a poem about being confused in class because you cannot understand the teacher/ his or her direction(s).

Confusion

 

Perplexed and lost,

but not alone.

As eyes scan the room

searching for a sign,

an answer,

a direction,

but nothing shows itself.

Young scholars begin to guess

what comes next?

How will I make it through the period?

Will I figure it out in time?

But no one knows,

until its much too late.