Confusion

The fluffy comforter
Cushioned my bed.
The pillow
Elevated my head.

My mind is full
Of thoughts and events.
My decisions now
Don't make any sense.

The phone rings
And a friend is on the line.
I lie and tell her
That everything's fine.

My wall is up
To block all exposure.
I will never have
That feeling of closure.

She hangs up the phone
Another call lost.
One more opportunity
That has been tossed.

I look to the ceiling
And think once again.
I will talk someday
But I can't say when.

The times are gone
That I used to love.
My thoughts are
Imprisoned by my mind's glove.