The Wonder of Words

I'm sinking in a whirlpool of words, Whispering, black words, I'm drowning in endless letters, As they beckon me with their inky fingers, As they transport fiery thoughts in their lettered trains, Getting drenched in torrential rain, For it is raining sentences, They will surely be the death of me, These infinite stories, these finely spun webs, But without them I cannot live, I must fill these blank pages. Oh what a paradox this is! Like water, They have power to drown, Yet they are the life-giving nectar, Without which I cannot live, These never ending words.