Lost

Pen Lost~~where Disappeared New package waits As does a blank page A brain loaded with thoughts Like the pair of andirons' loads They oft have to wear, that which weighs Heavy, hot, burning as those thoughts of Despair the poet pens, when remembering The agony of painful emotions Which creep into the thoughts from no where Terrible abuse, but is it? Is it real, false thinking? Writing seems to help clear The cogs of the brain Where are those pens? Crinkle, click Flow starts Write The line that says, like the pair of andirons' loads, is only 7 syllables because and irons is only two syllables despite the syllable counter saying it has three syllables.