Breaking the Speed Limit of Confusion

True, we bend perhaps because we confuse
What we want with that which
Drives us away tired and so angry
Until we reach the top
Of the stairs and glance back
Attempting to figure out
What was so damn important

It is all the same in a breathless whisper
That so often can break
The speed limit of confusion

As the fingerprints that mark
Those minutes of time
Often make it hard to believe
We nodded at the opposite corner
Where sarcasm annoyed
Our release

We round the corner that teaches
Us the difference between
Watching someone else
Living in those fantasy worlds
Shake our heads and try to change
The past

While all those peculiar moments
Come back to haunt us

How can we remain undisturbed
When we find ourselves
Hoping that when we reach
The top of the stairs
What continuously drives us away
Tired and angry
Once again
Will hold us hostage

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

This one is wonderful and written from such an honest place of insight and realization. I enjoyed it top to bottom; the images found on your work add so much depth, and I often look at the pictures with the same interest and intrigue I do your words.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Good job. I like it.

[al25]

This is really great. i cant really say anything other than that.

[Richielee]

this reads to me like a plea for help, i'm probably wrong but i am very interested in the points you rise,stirring read Neva : )

[ju]

this seems to be written in a different, clean-cut style. i really like the use of everyday language. a good, solid write to grab a-hold of and identify with. enjoyed, thank you.

[Arthur Henn]

It is all the same in a breathless whisper
That so often can break
The speed limit of confusion

Oh this second stanza just speaks out - I also agree wit Veronica Chandler - Your photos are always right on sink with you wonderful writings Neva.

[Pollyanna]

Your pieces always touch something deep inside. Wonderful work!

[Sylo's Rose]

i didnt know confussion had a speed limit. it was a very good one. Reminded me of all those days i would walk up my stairs and get tackled by my dog. where he wold sit on me and not let me up. yeah. tired and angry is wat i felt when my mother sent me to my aunts. but now im home and all my anger is gone. still tired though....

[Tony]

How can we remain undisturbed when we find ourselves?
How indeed?
These is a healing period in the onset of awareness I suppose.
Between realizing how insignificant we really are, and how much our species behaves like a dangerous parasite...
and being okay with all of the above.

Nice work, Again!

[Ladysue]

I loved this piece...full of insight...fantastic imagery and flow...wonderful writing...

[Winslow Des Totes]

Being limited to one mind can be terribly frustrating, especially when confronted by other minds that don't understand. The imagery in this one is very story like, but like a gentle hug poetry, surrounds it. :D Great job!