Pen...

The relationship with the pen...
  a tumultuous affair that tries to end...
The connection between the apparatus and the ponderings of my mind seem to reject each other at every turn...like zaps of static electricity...
       creating a learned recoil and retreat...
Trying to take hold of one or the other seems to leave confusion and despair...
      The relationship with my pen is a relationship with myself...
  Something not to be controlled...
    But just to be....
The relationship with my pen...
    a tumultuous affair...I just will never end.