My Pen
My pen, a Parker, is deaf and dumb
Standing still it cannot hear or speak
When it comes between my finger and thumb
My urges of heart flow through its beak
When my heart is aflame with anguish
And my soul burning in agony and despair
When my body is crying for death-wish
Its symphony is loud and clear
It starts talking when my thoughts provoke it
It starts listening when my fingers press it
It starts gliding when my thoughts push it
And swinging when rhythm of my poems move it
It alone feels the laments of my soul
It alone listens to my dictates, my desires
It alone is abreast with my hidden secrets whole
It alone extinguishes my heart’s burning fires
My quiet little companion of solitude
How I adore you and long for you
My soul is filled with gratitude
You spill your blood on paper in varying black or blue
Promising to keep me alive when death does us apart
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Portugal, June 26, 2013
Winner in August 14, 2013 Contest Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
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