My words desert me

Floundering trails of half-

Formed thought

Empty, broken, misused


The words desert me,

Tumbling speedily down

Onto mismatched lines

Of fragmented ideas


They crush each other

In their intensity

Tripping and falling

Awkward in their escape


I stumble in their wake

As they drag themselves

Out from within

Abandoning me


To numbed mindlessness

Looking with confusion

Over tattered lines of

Ink scrawled paper


My words desert me

to express my world