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