Perplexed

I live in a quandary;
a perplexed peace of mind.
It left me vexed.
I’m thoroughly blind.

I grope for words,
yet words are sparse.
They can’t convey my thirst,
for stars and scars.

I scout for swords,
yet swords aren’t honed.
They vie for prizes,
they’re sold and owned.

I’m living a plight,
a dilemma , a fight.
I groan aloud,
I can’t see the light.





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