Ink
I need to write
But my pen won’t seem to work
I shake the tip
Scribble as hard as I can
Tear through the paper
But still no words
The ink cartridge is full
Overflowing
Blue spilling over the top
Running down the sides
Staining the paper
But still no words come through
My hands are stained
Black sinking in around my fingernails
Forming rivers on my palms
Drop the pen
Spell with my fingers
But try as I might
My words won’t come through
Who’s holding the pen anyway?
Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2010
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