A Pit of Confusion
I stand in a pit of my own confusion,
My doubts swallowing me.
A whirlpool of time drowning me,
I'll never again be free.
I stand here in the dark of no new hope,
A desolate soul I've become.
I can't see myself for my ghostly thoughts
Which blind me like the sun.
I stand in a pit of my own confusion,
There's no path for me to take.
I stop and wait for the passage of time
To take me, for my own sake.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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