Confusion…
Cacophony of sights and sounds
Soupy mixture
A distasteful bombardment
Inescapable…
Every turn a stone wall
Pounding and punishing
Piercing flesh
Drawing blood
Fracturing bone
Draining every last drop of energy
Pushing back
Nothing but resistance
Drenched in sweat
Eyes sting
Bloodshot from strain
Head in hands
Driven to tears
Trapped…
Beaten into submission
Giving up
You win
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
You are just amazing with wordplay. Great poem.
Thank you very much WB, that is really nice of you to say.
You’re welcome.
confusion does feel like this sometimes!
It sure has felt this way to me over the last few days. :)