Black Pen
I grab my pen
Black and used up
The glass cracked and fragile
Covered by the cap
Cheap and lost
Then given to me
I could do better
But that's not what I need
This pen is mine
Broken, yet precious
It writes sharp lines
That somehow form words
And that to me is insane
How something so ruined
Can still do so much
How a pen that's falling apart
Can still create art
Why can't I?
Copyright © Uros Smudja | Year Posted 2017
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