My Pen

*MY PEN*

My pen
Is my sword
It's ink is blood
Everyday it bleeds
Writing the history
Sharing the victory

Always bleeding
Without the wrist
Complaining
This is my pen
My voice , my life
Sharp like the knife

Perfect and fearsome
Gruesome but awesome
Every season
It writes for a reason
This is my talking pen
Writing pain
Clearing it with a rain
Full of vain

This is my vomiting pen
Vomiting laughter
Wiping tears
My pen, the eternal sunshine
Only mine
It reigns and breaks

My pen, the nuttiest
It keeps me pristine
Sweet like butter
Sometines it's bitter
It heals and beeps
My beeping pen
A door that is always open

Everyday and hour
It speaks
With knowledge and power
My pen, my other hand
Well and grand
Beware!
Everytime it is ready to fight

The Voice Of A Silent Poet
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