Ramble echo words

   In a moment when life echoes her words. My
dreams scream loud and clear to me. My mind ransacked by a million words. How to remember all that needs to be mentioned? Dare I crawl into a ball to try to erase all that explodes throughout my limbs. How I want to have a night of peaceful sleep.

  Words tickle my spine. Arousing my nerves.
I cannot evade all that appears. I cannot forget
all that is there. The letters combined need a
voice. Until I place on paper they echo in my
head over and over.

  How does one sleep when closing your
lids and images of poetry cross paths with other
lines. The levels of sleep invaded until time awakens
me with a realization that all that has been
written is voiced. The pen and paper cease. How
I long for a tender moment of blissful rest.

  I now hear calm for these few seconds as the
ending of words. No longer are they restless. No
longer do they scream in my head.
 
  Yet now I sit here as my alarms go off.
   I am awake. Now no words ramble in me.

                So I thought. Here comes another.