Pen

Though painting may be something I cannot do

 

and I cannot write a single good song

 

My actions will never be right

 

and my thoughts have never been pure

 

However there is much I can do with a pen in my hand

 

I can show you a world that's worthy of angels

 

I can sing you a verse that will float through your head

 

I can write all day and night

 

and I can let you into my thoughts

 

With my pen gripped firmly in my hand

 

the world is at my command

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

I like the simplicity and eloquence of this poem. Somehow, I felt cleaner upon reading it. Thanks for that.

[Aleyah]

I like the way you wrote this, although simple & straighforward, it still gets a point across well! and I love the last four lines, intense :) great piece :D