I try to say the words,
I want them to spill out.
yet they suffocate me,
drowning me,
so I can not speak
or utter a word
of the things I've seen.
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Just words that flow
A river in my head
It twists and turns
And never stays the same
The current is strong
You can never go back
Pen it down
And remember
The joy of the ride
Through the rough bumpy tide
That are the words
In my mind.