The Confusion of One's Own Understanding.

Existence is no longer one's actuality, when the possibility of regret... is no longer relevant.

Evidence of an outward world,

Seems to have manifested a presence inside.

A dreary, regressively depressing state,

That coats realities' actuality to the mind.

Perhaps, a distorted perception,

Of a world that has not changed.

A misconception, of an invisible's fault,

Wrapped in the ill-blissful presence of pain.

For where is this peculiar turn taken,

That confuses the soul of up from down?

Loss of concern, for the relevance of life.

A mind who's thoughts, are 6ft in the ground.

The infinite weight of burdensome anxiety,

That plagues my seldom-seen reasons to try.

Lost in the confusion of my own understanding,

Of how I found the s***s to give, for the reasons of "why?"

Reviews

[Paavana Varma]

You've done an excellent job, I should day! The poem is very interesting! I loved the first two lines.