AROUND YOU

The extension of my hand is my pen. My blood is ink. Everyone should have an extension of him or herself through which ideas are passed across the world.

To my pen my fingers extend
My blood flows into my pen also
And I clove around it
Like the vase that hold the flowers
An alphabet for a drop of blood
My thoughts escapes
Through my extension
To keep me sane
For words war within me
My pen is my voice
Until the ink finishes