It seems to be seen

About what I mean

Rolling all words

In a confusing whirl

Writing in a swirl

Of crazy thoughts

That come to my head

Nothing makes sense

Feelings are deadends

No where to go

When they end

Still trying to make sense

Of this nonsense

Tumbling out of a spout

Raging to get out

What harm can come

Of a volcanic spew

Torrents of hurtful letters

Jumbled to make sense

Lost thoughts run

scattered about

Trying to take wings

To be heard

To heal or singe

Bugles of raw emotions

Trumpeting on paper

Layer upon layer

Line after line

Crying loud

Bolder and free

Still remains to be seen

If they come out clear

About what they really mean.