Pen

Pen

A Poem by Shalva Kikalishvili

I have a Pen -
Ordinary For others,
But for me it is special. 
Mostly I use black ink
But that pen has red, bloody liquid. 
When I turn it upside down 
It looks like some kind of 
Blood vessel
or syringe.
It is a fine pen.
My favourite.
Greate war of escape. 
I can give you life
with that pen
and you will not be gone. 

or I can step everything 
and not describe you.
Maybe then you will stop your existence 
As sometimes the pen runs out the ink
and it dries out. 

© 2021 Shalva Kikalishvili


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Added on July 1, 2021
Last Updated on July 1, 2021