Ink

 

Inside the room,

he sits,

looking at the endless emotion

diplayed on the parchment

he is looking at.

He writes,

adds more emotion to the page.

His pen flows across it.

The sun starts to come up

with it's vibrant rays.

He smiles,

for he is happy with his creation.

He is finished.

He walks out the door,

ready for what

the world has in store.

 

Author's Note

This poem was written for a contest I'm entering.

Reviews

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

Inspiration... trying to find the words to make into a sentence, and then one to follow can be difficult, however for you, it doesn't seem to be the case. I was impressed at your age and how well you write, with great structure. Keep on writing!

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like it...very good

[Meaghan M]

then this should definately win. nicely written

[Colby]

Wow...I'm pretty darn impressed there Bro... Well written...

This sounds strangely familiar...........