A Poet No LongerA Poem by M.A.They
used to flow with ease, mixing
with the blood in my veins. Now
they lay idle beyond reach.
No
longer can I be the Bard at the table. Stringing
together untamed words,
Ah, such a
mundane task it once was. Now I can scares bring
together this poem. © 2016 M.A.Featured Review
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