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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 © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/3/2010 12:46:00 AM
awesome write,, and such a great ending
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Date: 1/26/2010 6:26:00 AM
Excellent poem. I enjoyed reading it today.Love, Carol
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Date: 1/25/2010 2:28:00 PM
A nice ending and variation to who is the one steering the wheel? A writer's version. A nice portrait to showing what you love to do. Keep the ink flowing! Thanks! -Susan Mills
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