Pearl River Community College's award winning literary magazine

Special Edition—Spring-Summer 1998

Poetry Section

Thomas Treadaway

Confused
 

My thoughts run rapid in this mind of mine
I'm grasping for thoughts, running out of time
Butterflies in chaos, the souring of milk
How I long for her touches of silk
My blurred vision, can't seem to decide
Was that a yield, or a stop sign
Fluctuating pressure, hot and cold flashes
My heart grows tender as this bitter love thrashes
Feel torturing whips, see scarlet rains
Nothing compares to my soul's pains
My tears fall, spread across the ground
My heart beat slows, now, not a sound.