Pen,
why do you dislike me?
Why do you write in transparency?
Do I transcend above your literary?
I’ve only tried to become what’s fair to see.
In time you will realize that we have much in common.
We both think alike.
We both feel what’s inside.
We both know each other’s eyes.
The bleeding of the soul that’s told us so, In our face with shame and disgrace.
I’m rambling through with no sense or understanding, no clue.
I’ve falling from where I was standing just to plead your beg.
You’ve tried to please our mind without any legs.
On knees I’m bare with words not yet written there.
What’s more to say?
I’m running out of letters to put together.
This verbal tapestry has unstitched
from its unwritten header.
Where do I begin the title from above?
This ending had exhausted the ink in vein.
Sinful words with spaces of plain text.
Who knows what’s next!?
Do I continue to solder time with paper in mime?
The third has battled the latter with the mad hatter.
Now we have taken a twist in spoken lisp in ties of tongue.
The unpronounced is foreign to my grammar in vocabulary riddle with no glamour, yet to be hung.
This sentence is killing me in sane mind at the same time insane in rhyme that has me drinking wine to numb my mind as I whine.
Rambling again…Ju-San
