The gates open
words gush down
consuming me
tossing me along a stream
of water, stones, and sand
Words fill my mind
at an alarming rate
mix with emotions
bubbling from
my own inner well
I snatch and grab
try to anchor myself
on the words
try to form them
into cohesive thoughts
sentences and paragraphs
There’s initial success
as the page is filled
with interesting introspection
but the flow too turbulent
I’m soon overpowered
the focus becomes
a jumble of tossed stoned
and I lose the thread
of logic
I’m drowning
unable to control
the flow, the writing
then the torrent rushes on
through me, past me
leaving me exhausted
lying in mud
among the scattered stones.
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