words...

sometimes i use sometimes alot.

sometimes
words
fall out
but dont
fall into place
they rest at the edge
of something great
only to fall back into creased page
saved for another day
sometimes
when words can't do justice
won't do
justice
its an injustice
to thought and experience
expression is emanicaption
and these words
my words
long for freedom
words for love
words for life
words for thought
sometimes
words rep more than a
page not completed
a memory blurry in its capture
and distorted in its release
words
are metaphors for life
trapped...
released...
flowing...
uncertain...
a reminder of what has been
and what's to come
the melody
appreciated in solitude
the face of a friend
whose been gone
a moment too long.
words are as the psalm
and the song
the calm before the downpour
standing amongst it all
only this time
they fall
in form
sometimes...
word.