The Pen and Its Soul
In a room full of different personalities,
With a pen that holds opinion and personal beliefs
We all have trained yet only one deserved
A spot the rest of us aspired to achieve
As my ink almost run out
I look back to what it had been through
A thing which helped me tell my life story
That reached people and many
I wonder if it is grateful,
For it had the chance to write through my heart and soul
I wonder if it got pained with my words,
When I blamed a pen for messing up my writings
Might be one cause of me defeating
As the ink runs no more,
Exhausting my every stroke like sword
I know I've reached a point
Where I should lean to a stopover
To rest is what it also reminds me
And to look back and reminisce the good memories
My pen has my soul and its own
Even without its ink,
I cherish the story it holds
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Written: June 26, 2023
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