The End of My Pen
“The End of My Pen”
Thoughts flow
Time flies
Why you looking at me
Why you seem so surprise
Are your tying to assess
Do you need to know?
Who I am
What I do
I’m not who you think
You can’t see from within
I am what I write and the end of my pen
Not weak
But not always strong
I write to release
What I say makes me strong
Still looking at me
Still trying to discover
The inner me
Me from within
I am what I write and the end of my pen.
By Patricia Mitchell-Templeton
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