Words flow through the pen to the paper, like water raging down a river to the sea.
Thoughts in my head aching, like a caged animal, yearning to be free.
Sentences become verses, bringing it all to life.
Sugarcoating sweetness in a heart, or piercing like a knife.
The slash of a pen can dishonor a name.
Can build someone up, or put them to shame.
So powerful, it can incite madness with a few swift strokes on a line.
It can melt or break a heart, whether it be yours or mine.
The pen in the wrong hands can maim like a gun.
Can set emotions on ice, or make them hotter than sun.
The pen can put people in love, or make two countries hate.
Can bring riches beyond dreams, or decide your fate.
User beware, the pen can be a weapon so strong.
Can start wars in far places, or tame the heart with a song.
It's the thoughts in my head that form words made from ink.
The pen is the tool that hears what I think.
Copyright © Dave Klix | Year Posted 2014
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