Too Wordy (Poetry)

There are more words in my head
than will ever find their through-the-wild-maze way
to the hungry page

They rush and rage about
jostle switch and sway
indecisive — up too late or woken early
unsure of the time of day
whispering or calling out
for rescue
just a little help
with understanding all the whys
that line up ready for the race
tripping barging making space
and always baffled in the light
of over-thinking
dwindling shrinking
the running risk of being lost
                                                eventually
to sight ...