Confusion…just another word in the alphabet of life.
Another street with no beginning or end,
yet there you are in the middle wondering which way to go.
At right you have two blessings and a curse;
at left you have happiness and freedom;
yet neither is close enough to grasp.
It seems it’s always just a game to play,
knowing no one’s ever going to win…just lose.
Can it go on like this forever?
Is eternity that harsh?
That pain is your only destiny,
or is there some hidden peace to this word?
Only God knows how I feel,
and He says, “keep quiet, tears fall when you speak.”
But, is it right for one to suffer,
to never know the sweet touch of serenity flow through my tortured soul?
I scream so loud that angels shudder,
and yet I’m still alone,
trapped in this dark word.
My hope is weak—will I ever understand?
Will anyone ever be kind enough to answer this life’s question?
Or, am I destined to suffer confusion’s wrath for infinity?

Copyright © 2002 by Tonya Seay. All rights reserved.

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