“When the Word Is Broken”
(Tom Entrican, Nov. 4, 2022)
He sits and stares at the screen
But he never taps the keys
Is there nothing left in his machine?
His mind lost in a breeze
He wonders if he can at all
Maybe every now and then
To scratch something on the wall
But it seems his word is broken
Heart and mind seem all dried up
His twisted fingers failing
Is he just an empty cup?
With no more rhyme prevailing
Could it be his final curse?
The death of thought awoken
So he cannot produce a verse
He fears his word is broken
Will he just be a dried up husk
With nothing left to spew
No thoughts left inside the trunk
Nothing left to review
Is this the way the curtain falls
Without so much as a token
Is there an update he can install
So his words will not be broken