sparks in the dark

lowering myself into words
reminds me of baths
that are nearly too hot
and puddles
with muddy hidden depths
but still I ease myself beneath
a soft verb
or step into
an accusatory pronoun
once in
I'll swim through adjectives
and scrub my thoughts

with abrasive adverbs

until my brain becomes a prune

and then I'll soak there for hours

trying to match words to moods

and memories

whilst desperately trying to find a spark
in this dark