How unique!
Paper to pen,
Pushing thoughts through
Onto old, refined papyrus
That doesn’t know it’s self-worth
As I write
I etch my mind in history
Otherwise, what evidence will there be
Of my once forgotten thoughts?
But paper and pen,
Like the wood it comes from,
Is everlasting
Until it is burned
By fires of hate
And touched
By venom of ignorance
So I write this down,
Because it just may be
The last thing I ever think.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
How unique!
Paper to pen,
Pushing thoughts through
Onto old, refined papyrus
That doesn’t know it’s self-worth
As I write
I etch my mind in history
Otherwise, what evidence will there be
Of my once forgotten thoughts?
But paper and pen,
Like the wood it comes from,
Is everlasting
Until it is burned
By fires of hate
And touched
By venom of ignorance
So I write this down,
Because it just may be
The last thing I ever think.