Poetry

MY PENCIL

I long for my pencil, I long to draw again
I long to draw my pain
I long to exercise my brain
I long for my pencil
My friend in strange times
When shades replace rhymes,
And line, words.
When I seek to shade my pain
Something’s cannot be described by words
Some battles are not won by swords
When these things seek to burst my brain,
I seek my pencil

2 thoughts on “MY PENCIL”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.