PEN TALK

Another pen..filled with INK..
Helping me more lightly spill my emotions..
Tears falling..INK spilling..Hand SHAKING..
what can I do..
Reread the lines hoping my feelings change this mood..
Punctuation....COMMAS....NOUNS...AND VERBS...
Killing this paper...barely without...WORDS..
Pen...Black INK...balled fist...Grip tightly..holding the only way I choose to
let my heart speak...
White paper...BLUE lines....ball point pen...slowly describes...
This...RAGE...this GUILT...this SHAME..these TEARS...
Forgotten LOVE....but remembering..yesterdays HEARTBREAK...
Meaningless value....my body starts to SHAKE....
ENRAGED... as I reread this experience...YELLING...SCREAMING..
my body goes calm...LIGHTER IN HAND...someone ring the alarm.
Silent tears burn my cheek...Useless was the pen..that made me see..ME!!!