Pen is permanent.
Scratching it out leaves marks.
Deeper than a scar.
Everyone can see.
No matter where they are.
The brave will ask questions.
They won't know how.
They'll fight with the lion.
That attacks them now
Pencils are impermanent
Like the memories we share
It can be erased easily
And nobody could care.
Words written in pencil
Are lost to the world
Some think they leave ink on the world
They hope and they pray it wasn't for null
But their stories are changed
To ones they don't remember anymore
Then it's erased as easily as a pencil line
YOU ARE READING
Secrets
PoetryPoems about the darkness inside my mind where the voices destroy the light.
