The Power of My Pen

My fingers grip tightly as I create inversions and wise archaic diction. Eager to record more glorious expression and "wright" more on the canvass of time. The power of my pen is my panache and panacea. My pen is connected to my thought and words fight for a place upfront. With eyes closed, I disobey the rules of grammer. Ideas form more quickly. My Pen will last forever. The power of my pen is one in a million. It saw the best in me when everyone else could only see the worse in me. My pen gave me wings so I could fly. All I want is all from you. It gave me an ink to colour the sky. All I have is all from you. I was lost but you find me here You put me close; end up being near. Forgive me PEN when I'm weak and lost. You've being my eyes when I could not see. Hey!!! ye poets on earth!!! Don't give up on your pen cos your pen won't give up on you.