Tool of Creativity
You taunt me with your golden glow
But, a leaden heart lurks below.
A wooden tomb of future lore
Heroes and dragons enslaved in your core.
You taunt me with your golden glow
But, red-tipped error is all you show.
Just scribbles and scratches between each lull
The magic locked up when you’re sharp or dull.
You taunt me with your golden glow
But, I should not blame you. I already know.
You cannot be more than a simple utensil
You’re no creative muse. You’re only a pencil.
Copyright © Di Viera | Year Posted 2023
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