Aghast I look deep into me
Again I see just the blank white space
Where are those words that use to torment me
Words that wished I write them down
Is life so frivolous to not write about
Or is it too fast that I am left behind
Enough is enough I tell myself
I open the cap of my true friend, my pen
“It has been long and the ink has dried up”
The Nib of my pen bitches about time
I touch at the Nib, It is indeed dry
I dip it in vodka to see if that works
As I look at the glass the vodka turns blue
The Nib dampens and opens its pore
It was not the ink that was to blame
The damn Nib was blocking its flow
Thoughts are always like the ink I now know
They never dry up with the passing of time
It is we who act like the crappy Nib
Blocking life of its beauty and flow
And whining about the fleeting time
Categories: Free Verse, Poetry
inspiring enough.keep the nib damp 🙂 sobi