Words and the Like (Or a Sea of C's)

I’ve been lost in these words
for as long as I can remember,
but they never seem to change.
So I’ve taken the chance to write my soul down,
word for word,
as fast as I can scratch my ink,
to stem the river of words flowing forth the mind,
like an ink laden geyser at my fingertips.
In a sea of words and kept afloat by the constant motion of pen on paper, I scrape by.
Sentences turning into tidal waves,
will they take me down?
I wont know ‘til I’m gone,
and even then, the words in my head
wont be the right ones today.
Behind my eyes, the pages flicker
until ink seeps from my skin,
forming the words I could never put together.

9/15/2008