The Oeuvre of a Pen
The pen prods the flesh for a vein,
Seeking for a vessel.
Inflicting passion as pain,
Causing acceptance and comfort to wrestle.
Creativity captures the pictures
Deeply hidden within the ink.
It molds it's form into an idea,
Provoking you to think.
Endlessly cycling beauty.
The writing never stops.
1)https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/434g1v/it_hurts/
Posted Jan 28, 2016, 7:07 PM UTC · edited
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