A writer's curse

A writers curse
My mind has bursted
Overflowed
Too many stories
Wild fit fictions

Tortured by my scattered thoughts
I could not raise my dictions

The heft was mighty
And though I felt strong
These words too many to lift
Instead they scattered
Across my pages
Witless sorrowed afflictions to sift

My tattered patchwork consciousness
Sentence structure garbled

That hapless melange of word-vomit
Paying penance for all Ive harbored

Years passed by
Ive waited

Now my mind has dried and pruned
These wild fit fictions lifted me
But my struggling lines consumed

Now I fear my mind has burst
Stories squirting from my brain
Trying to catch them organized
But only tattered dictions remain