The Muddled Mind

He had dreams and continous visions,
He thought it was her,
The visions so vivid and strong,
The dreams so rampant and sequential,
Falling was inevitable for him,
Yet a hand, he found none
Was it her? Is it her?
The muddled mind

Love and friendship, facts and mystry,
He wrote her name on the beach,
Not until water waves reach,
His fine art the water could bleach,
He was falling into a ditch
The name went away with the water
He dreamt of her, yet the water took her
Is it her? Or otherwise?
The muddled mind

He found her with another man,
Yet she said dhe fell for him also,
His life, a bag of mixed emotions,
His love, a bag of uncertain certainities,
He loved yet was loved par neglected,
Is it her? Or otherwise
The muddled mind

poem by Gaylord Munemo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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