Days of Contention

Sometimes I’m left so very befuddled
Questions and answers both seem so muddled
Tears of rivers form filthy stagnant puddles
During the days (and the nights) of contention

Other times I’m so deeply dejected
Thoughts of regrets not left rejected
Fears like rivers congeal as dread’s collected
Poring through pains and frights I can’t mention

Still there are times I’m baffled and bewildered
Answers I question and thoughts unfiltered
Leave me reeling, off kilter feeling pilfered
During the days (and the nights) of contention