my pen itches to write down the words
but my mouth is empty
so i sit here quietly
and my hand moves silently
as the dim light shines on the paper
a moth floating in the forever.
i think of my life
and of the pain i feel
i move my pen across
just as a thought
strolls onto the page
and makes way
down the blue lines
the ink drying
as i write
this dying
inside,
while you and i
stay on this paper
writing onto the ends of forever.
oh, pen where have our thoughts strayed?
what have i been saying?
my diary poured out
my words scream and shout
but as we both know,
nobody sees them but us,
and what do you know, pen
i wrote a story
alas it is then
because the lights must go out
do not fret about
i will pick you up again
so nobody will read this writing of a pen
betray my confidence
of my thoughts and this
we shall see
what my pen does write next,
perhaps.
Erika Michelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pen-writes/
