The world flashes and echoes
Swirls and rushes
In a world that doesn't listen
thoughts and words build up
a rushing river forcing its way against a dam
the only way out when things overflow,
when the world rains
the dam breaks
and the thoughts, words
flow out of grasping finger tips
desperate to keep them in
the rushing water dripping down shaking hands
flowing with ink onto paper
until it feels like the storm has ceased
but it never
ever will.
not as long as the dam stands.