Cacophony

Boiling and effervescent thoughts roil around my head, the tumult won’t be stifled till of them I am bled. Ideas, thoughts, emotions, fears, plots and enormous dread, could spill out covering everything with all I wish I’d said. For the voices will not leave me I go where I am led, the day throughout my waking at night, retired to my bed. Seldom the muse has failed me when words to write have fled, ideas grow and ink will flow the two forever wed. Gift or curse I know not ignored or eagerly read, words here spawned won’t leave me till the day that I am dead.