words

It burns
the words swirl in a septic pool of rot.
Trapped with in my mind,
wanting
to break free of this prison
Hands can not move fast enough to
spread ink to page.
single thought
bursting at it's seem
splinter to a thousand
compound to a million.
A jumble mess hidden
behind the eyes.
will not speak
to afraid to write
for there is no understanding
my
riddleish speak.