Much confusion

I seek to evade.

My senses are blurred

by countless thoughts

of doubt, of uncertainty.

Find me lost,

entrenched in vague assurances

clinging to what remains

of a disturbed reason.

Embrace me, darkness.

Escape me, light.

Am I sure, am I certain...

No.

Let anything keep me company

even the cloudy, moist arms

of doubt, of uncertainty.

Any embrace, any escape

to salvage me

from my fear

of being confused

and alone.

October 2000