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.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

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.