The Pen

This pen dastardly disobeys me

By not allowing my heart to write what it wants

Dare I blame it?

It has bore witness to many lies

Has seen its share of bias words

It is my vessel 

Be that as it may

I depend on thee

Heavily 

To jot down emotions

In detailed disarray 

Appeasing this pain in my being

Releasing ink

Like my veins release poison

Do not leave me yet

This pen of mine

Turn your back another day

But not today

For I still have more to tell

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