I was left with nothing that day
My creative thoughts were gone
They flowed like rivers
But were dried out like the desert
Sugar honey
Without any pollen
A plantain tree
With no bearing fruit
She was used to describe the words
The words I couldn't say
So I wrote them
In my flesh and skin
She was my medicine
She looked so tried and so unhappy
With a job that slowly killed her
That left me with bruises that won't heal
And scared me in my dreams I made her disappear
Nowhere to be found
She took my voice with her
My pen
My words
My paper
She took it all with her
It all turned silent
Silent
Silent
