My keyboard it lays silent. My fingers they lie still.


    My characters breath out sweet relief: It''s only time I kill.


    For doubt besets me. My words I regret thee.


    That my writing might cause ill.


    Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I did not seek it. Did not believe it


    Yet once heard it undid me.


    And now I flounder


    In words lie power


    And mine hurt someone.


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    As you can probably guess this one''s a bit on the personal side. I never imagined that my first novel might hurt a friend and it was a blow I was not prepared for. Honestly until I wrote this and got it off my chest I was genuinely struggling to write.