All I have are words now
                       words are all I need
                                   typed, texted, scribbled out
                                   dribbled out of me.
         Pleading words, asking, begging 
                           verbal therapy
         Waiting on reply, words
                                           Words said absently
         Words poured out in fire
                       through the scribes of centuries
         Both comfort and question me
                       yet remains to be seen..

  Do I have the words 
        or do they possess me?