Words Spill Out
Torn open,
words spill from
my wound,
leaping off the
paper,
cascading to the
floor.
Chasing them,
they tumble out
the door.
Reaching out, they
elude my grasp.
Following I become
lost.
An empty ache
torments my mind,
wondering where
they vanished to.
Capturing one,
then another,
but there is no
cohesion.
Phrases running
amok in my head,
drift slowly to my
pen.
But alas, there is
no tale to tell,
only words stacked
up one
against another.
They will not
align themselves
to paint the image
that I hold within.
No panacea for my
plight.
Another day,
another week,
and words spill
out again.
Ann Christine Tabaka
Ann
Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been
internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives
in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with
her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ariel Chart, Page &
Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The
Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak
Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The
Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The
McKinley Review. *(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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