She Was Confusion

Her mind was a labyrinth
Twisting endlessly through unrelenting corridors
A spectrum of scattered thoughts
She was confusion
Evoking listlessness and fatigue
Failing to navigate her mind
With ponderings as dark as the night
Or as light as the day
She conflicted
Her mind was as treacherous as a dungeon
The tendrils of thought misted the hallways
And through doors lay envious ideas
Discontent in their secluded opposition
She was emotion
Her thoughts were feelings
And many at once
They were ferocious lions
And gentle lambs
She was a walking contradiction
Never completely sure of her expressions
Pacing the corridors of her mind
Failing to see light through the haze of thought
And scrambling over the coarse tiles
Which were hard, then soft, then not existent altogether
She fell tumbling through the labyrinth
Trying to find her way
But she was lost in the deep maze of knowledge, ideas, and thought
Never to be found again
She was confusion