Written Power

All of a sudden that pencil started screaming at you.

 

Why aren't you drawing?

Why aren't you writing?

Why aren't you creating

Something to lessen the babble of the world?

 

Why are you letting this wooden stick of power

Lie here, wasting away

Wasting away

Wasting

Away

?

This poem is about: 
Me

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