My pen is dying
I'm running out of ink
I should probably use it up
So with my book I think
I'll write another poem
Until the ink is gone
Will it be a short one
Or a poem really long
Look at it still going
Still writing on the page
Maybe it's neverending
Like the opposite of age
Forever flowing forth
Like an elegant river
The ink is still here
Or is it growing thicker
Just when I think it fades
It comes back just as strong
And looking at this poem
It's becoming rather long
What else more can I say
How much time have I got left
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
