Words

Seemingly easy things,
   yet difficult to articulate.
Always on the tip,
   never quite reaching:
   drowning in them.
Caught in a never ending whirlwind,
   all pushing and shoving to
   come out in a tangled mess.
Lashing out,
   whipping about people's heads.
A pile of torn rags
   once grand and colorful,
   now confused and battered.
Crystal clear turned muddy.
Bright turned dark.

Yet,
   Is there a golden thread I see
   within these words?