Quarantine Poetry Day 34-Bumfuzzle

Flustered is my tongue

Confused in context

I am left stumbling for ideas

My imagination has me dizzy

Spinning around and around

Fingertips have no solutions

And my brain, a cluttered mess

Wondering, left wondering

Until words are mythical

Sentences, an unsolvable puzzle

Left constructing my own language

And in the end, bumfuzzled

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