Aging Confusion

Lying in abyssal turmoil

Cannot cleanse the mind

Of the traveling chaos

That dwells in fragmented roads.

The trouble blossoms

Creating a flurry of wakened

Horrors that live in profound

Loneliness that ferment its lines.

The confusion grows

Within the terror

That reaches the clarity

With sharp noises and aging sorrows.

Across the broad wonders

Which dries into a blur

The disorder rises

Delivering its turmoil of grief.