Confusion

Confusion

I sit here to begin to write a poem.
 
Just something to ease my mind, 
And my soul.
 
To take the world apart and rearrange her,
Make sense of this feedback loop
I’m desperate to break.
 
Tonight the tequila sits idle,
And the textbooks remain unopened on my desk.
 
I wish I could make sense of my thoughts.
If only to write this poem. 
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