Evanescence

Words! Words! They swim in my head. Words unwritten, and words unsaid. Always dangerous, a maelstrom they say. Perhaps they’ll become useful one day. I’ve a lot of them jumping and paddling inside; Backstroke, breaststroke, and on their side. Dipping, and diving, and splashing around The clever ones careful to not make a sound. Words! Words! They dance in my head. Words unwritten, and words unsaid. Always dangerous, treacherous they say. Perhaps they’ll become useful one day. I’ve a lot of them reeling and wheeling inside; Backward, forward, and to the side. Whirling, and twirling, and spinning around, The clever ones careful to move without sound. Words! Words! They sleep in my head. Words unwritten, and words unsaid. Always dangerous, spasmodic they say. Perhaps they’ll become useful one day. I’ve a lot of them dozing and drooling inside; Fitful, fetal, and on the side. Snoozing, snoring, and slumbering around, The clever ones careful, not making a sound. Write! Write! They scream in my head! Write in morning, and write in bed. Always dangerous, frightening they say. Perhaps they’ll become useful one day. Write! Write! to capture the words! My psyche screaming to be heard. Capture them quickly before they run free, Cheerily flitting away from me. Write! Write! Before they escape! For their debut, my fingers wait. Amid plotting plans they make for themselves, I ‘ll catch and bind them on the bookshelves.