Pen as Sword
i drew out my glittery pens
and turned them into swords
ready for the war
against their words and my thoughts
i pen down my feelings
in stories and prose
my ink like cannonballs
aimed at their high forts
not every pen can be turned into sword
not every sword can save you in the war
sometimes wish to be free from living is high
whether its eclipsed or blood moon night.
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