Claire Nixon Poems >>
Confused

I discover myself misplaced
winding through everlasting paths.
I don’t belong at this point.
Yet, I yearn to feel,
taste and catch sight of
something real.
I have nothing to lose.
With gaping wounds
existence drifts away.
Pain and terror
develop into my pleasure.
Nothing is true.
I can’t help being confused.
This is what I wanted all along.

(Claire Nixon)

More Poetry from Claire Nixon:

• Christmas Morn (Claire Nixon Poems)
• Addiction (Claire Nixon Poems)
• Sanity (Claire Nixon Poems)
• Independence. (Claire Nixon Poems)

Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:

• Festus - XXXVII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
• The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
• The Coplas on the Death of His Father (Jorge Manrique Poems)
• Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3. (William Cowper Poems)
• The Famous Historie: Cap. VI (Patrick Gordon Poems)