A poet’s weapon of choice:
Their Pen.
This weapon –
The only tool,
Capable to express
A poet’s emotion.
It lets:
Ink flow on paper,
By its delicate touch;
Emotions to be engraved,
Onto the paper;
Hope; transcends onto it.
This is done by a majestic tool:
Their pen.
I wish to be a poet.
But –
My pen flows with blood,
My pen viciously carves onto
The paper;
Marked – by blood stains.
I wish to be a poet…
However.
My pen; my weapon –
Is not used for writing
But;
For cutting.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
A poet’s weapon of choice:
Their Pen.
This weapon –
The only tool,
Capable to express
A poet’s emotion.
It lets:
Ink flow on paper,
By its delicate touch;
Emotions to be engraved,
Onto the paper;
Hope; transcends onto it.
This is done by a majestic tool:
Their pen.
I wish to be a poet.
But –
My pen flows with blood,
My pen viciously carves onto
The paper;
Marked – by blood stains.
I wish to be a poet…
However.
My pen; my weapon –
Is not used for writing
But;
For cutting.
My weapon is a double-edged sword.
