I chose not to speak
of dark swirls in my mind.
Instead, I smiled on
and the swirls combined
into a spill of words
bleeding furiously from my pen
changing from light to dark
and becoming light again.
Unable to contain
the savage path of thought,
words erupt around me,
the destruction they wrought
leaving me paralyzed,
consumed by an angry fire.
Sanity gives way,
falling victim to the pyre.
Now these scars I bear
will forever be a token,
a living witness to
words never spoken.