Awakening Pen

The Awakening Pen Awake while sleeping, I once walked this way In a mad stumble I walked in slumber Most of my existence... Until one day... I awoke from this dream And took up the pen, This is the day I first began living, Diving into words With descriptive vision, Given a messages To do something Inkful whence breathing consciousness and influence into each letter written. Writing with my eyes closed Not sure how it all came together Not certain how it's all fitting But it does and after each letter bleeds it leaves my writing hand with a violent itching as my fingers scribe what you the reader are currently seeing. I've scratched a bloody mess upon this loose-leaf as the truth breaths life to the content of this unknown piece, Sneaking through the shadows of my thought caverns, stealing the show with rhythmic words and a mind penetrating flow to reach you the reader for your mind to be blown, never again able to think the same, See this world the same, for this poets gift I truly hope would be the one to blame. Not for wealth or fame but to permanently imprint poetic verse Into each and every grain of human consciousness should such beauty ever get the opportunity to reach every human being.