Confusion

I can't stand these faces any longer,

Contorting eyes that stare out over me.

It's just a lie to say that I am stronger

When I really want to pick up, run, and flea.



And when the voices change reality

And when they challenge all that I have known

I open eyes to see what I can see,

And sense dust that the life winds have all blown.



I'm not sure what it is I feel.

I'm swept up in a windless funnel.

I still say memories are not real,

I'm gone into an endless tunnel.



I know a key lies deep inside my heart.

That opens doors that are but are unseen.

But who to trust and where does healing start

When a man doesn't know where his past has ever been.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Coming to terms with multiplicity.

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