Treasure Island

inas essa


Its own story


After many years of holding
It became so anxious and fed up;
Always to be ordered,
Directed by my thoughts and feelings,
And about its dream,
Found nothing, but ignoring.
Finally,
My dear pen decided
Not to be such a slave again;
Yesterday I saw it standing
By all its strength
With no word to complain,
Putting my glasses on,
Sniffed some coffee
And started writing
Its own story.

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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