I Spend My Days

I spend my days confused
on all that has gone before
that turns my insides outside-in
making me this crashing bore.

I spend my nights confused
on why I feel such pain
that turns my outsides inside-out
and drives me half-insane.

I have spent some years confused
on what was meant by loving
that turned my ideas upside-down,
too aware that I know nothing.

poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2013

image: morguefile



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