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.
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