Confusion Retreat Poems

A world gone mad
where up is down
and logic flees

A child discerns
but not the fool
enchanted by
his party’s stripe

The lady, blind
a thumb weighs heavy
on her scales

High, hubris...

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A divide in my path, the election of flight
or extract my weapons and prepare to fight?
I would combat forever, if it was worth
The prize of...

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teens overnighting
in the social hall
yet feel
apart, alone
panicked

a dark, quiet room
curl up 
in the corner
arms holding knees to chest
head down
trying to feel
anything

nothing there
empty, a shell
huge hole
where...

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I deal not well with
tension
The feeling is sooo...
tensive
Words flying like diving pelicans
reaching to catch 
the emotions of you
Me...nope...no siree
don't like it at all
hairs on your...

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