The Papermate Pen

Strangled by my harsh grasp
Blood coming out from beneath
Carves its soul into my notebook
To its own horror; Helping me.

The tube of ink lowering down
Converting all thoughts into words
'Til it scratches the page no longer
And then dies away.

But our shared ideas continue on
Flowing from rivers to oceans and seas
Slowly spreading like a disease
Living its immortal life.

Author's Note

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[qaralynn]

great write! love it..