The Confusion
the madness crept in
it has no end
but knows where to begin
i feel it in my head
tracing ghosts
before I am dead
a million things I can be
if only they were said
the madness creeps in
then onto us
so easily it clings
lock out the sadness
that it brings
is there no end?
to the confusion it brings
James Garratt – January 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 