My broken pen can’t write
Its blind eye doesn’t see 20/20
It sees none when there is plenty
There’s my lonely soul, empty pages beware
Might tell the truth, might be a dare
I’m out on a limb, the tree falls behind
A pending disaster, a blow to my mind
Heart full of sorrow, the pain knows no end
My broken pen, spilling ink, into the wind
3/13/26
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
My broken pen can’t write
Its blind eye doesn’t see 20/20
It sees none when there is plenty
There’s my lonely soul, empty pages beware
Might tell the truth, might be a dare
I’m out on a limb, the tree falls behind
A pending disaster, a blow to my mind
Heart full of sorrow, the pain knows no end
My broken pen, spilling ink, into the wind
3/13/26