I Must Confide

Poetry,

Comes naturally,

But everything is so unnatural,

That I can't state anything factual.

I don't know what to do,

I just can't see,

Where to go,

Or how to be.

Everything,

Is blinding.

Every ring,

Is reminding,

Of words I shared,

And for people who cared.

Why is it,

I don't know.

From where I sit,

Everything moves so slow.

Can you see inside,

My mind,

I'm trying to hide,

So you won't find,

What is real,

About how I feel.

It takes me,

So long to write,

I guess the fee,

Of added sight.

So there we go,

I've told you the story,

Of how I lost my flow,

And now I'm worried.