Fighting Aphasia
I tried to think of a word today
And I could not.
The fog had descended in my head,
It would not allow any words to slip through.
It was dense and impregnable,
Not even the light could penetrate
Through this dark.
cloying acquiescence.
Words elude,
Not a word of anger.
Not a word of humour or desire.
Not a word of love or hate.
Nothing what would resemble
The beginning of a word,
To allow a sentence to be molded.
Like clay into something desired,
Anything!
I feel soulless,
Morally bankrupt.
The keeper of a million words,
That was me.
Now I can’t think of a mono syllable –
Cruel destiny.
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