Sometimes it tells me stop,
sometimes it tells me go.
And when it doesn't say a thing,
thats when I do not know.
It always seems to scream out loud,
'write before I sleep'.
And when I don't know what to say,
it starts to speak to me.
This little pen that has a mind,
and the ink that is its speech.
Lets me leave this world behind,
to find places out of reach.
So when I breath my last of breath,
and on the death bed which I lie.
Honor just this one last wish.
Lay it by my side
Yes! we cannot go without the blessed pen! lol Great take on poetic penning....lmbao ball point...Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It always seems to scream out loud, 'write before I sleep'. I like these lines as well as the ending.I really like this one very well written bud. Becca