Link first: http://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/confuseration.aspx
Explanation: This was a reaction poem. I'd been helping a friend get some stuff sorted (not her's, I may add) and there was so much of it, that we were all pretty overwhelmed by the volume of it and the thought/reality that someone could collect so much. After I got to my other friend's house, I started going through some of the spoils and this poem just really wrote itself out of the pure overwhelming confuseration that we were all feeling.
I don't consider myself a poet by any means, but this seemed to just flow out, which is, in my opinion, the best type of poetry.
Please enjoy it and don't get too confuserated.
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