The Writer Poem by Bancroft Boreland

The Writer



He uses a rare technique
And has a mind unique
He knows not what he writes
He is unaware of reality
Forced to write for all eternity

The bully called imagination
Consumes and controls his mind
He is a button controlling a function
He is the master of a mentally weak man

He creates a person with a word
He brings to life a new city or an entire forest
And even the darkness
On just a piece of paper he forms a whole new world
He was a man almost dead
But kept alive by the immortal thoughts in his head

He tries to stop
But ‘the hand’ moves faster
Creating curious creatures
He’s never seen
And mysterious places
He’s never been
You can search but you’ll never find him
He is forever trapped by the bully
He is a man unknown to himself
And non-existent to everyone else.

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