Cul-de-sac (Poetry)

Some arrows point to nowhere
forward angled back
ideas held in stasis
a mental cul-de-sac

a loop around direction
folded on itself
a twist in the perception
a runaround
a mouth
opening for exit
a roundabout
a swing
a circle of deception
unbalanced pivoting

dizzy north reversing
someplace off the map
crooked signposts cursing
hide the thought’s dark trap.