~The Poet’s Poet~
Foraging around for the write ingredients.
There are days he tries to write.
It is as though the vein has been severed.
No ink will flow from pen in hand.
Thoughts cannot be registered, his mind scarred.
He is the only one to bear witness to this.
Words can do this to you a voice whispered.
No one but he lives in this room of crisis.
Mugged by words.
© Chris Black. March 2019
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