My pen is my microphone

it speaks what I can't say

it stops me from being a drone

lets my imagination play

My pen touches my soul

completes it, keeps it whole

its hard to control

it writes my heart, thats its role

My pen is my saviour

keeps me steady when I waver

I don't want to stop its run

although sometimes its a smoking gun

Some days my pen loses its will

its tired and feels ill

on that day its recharging with ink

until its owner starts to think