Just My Poems

#107 Poet

I start writing my story with
Pen and paper. I write
Non-stop, letting the sharp tip
Of the pen scratch the paper
To form a myriad of words just shy
Of the tears which should start
Billowing down my face. Because
I put in so much of myself
Into these scribbles which now
Somewhat pollute the paper, it almost feels
As if I'm staring at my brain.