'disarray'

Disorder fills the corridors of my mind, and my inner soul is chaos and confusion, my thinking in shambles, but most would be unaware of the jumble and clutter that I must hide from everyone that I know, really this tangled mess of thoughts has made me a writer. Rhymes and those verses are like puzzles that I like to undress and I use the muddle in my head to hide my inner upset and disarray you probably have no idea that I become unaware the minute I hold a pen. ___________________________________ November 21, 2019 Poetry/Acrostic/'Disarray' Copyright Protected, ID 19-1200-192-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.