Hello hehe , It's @Lejay28 again. Good day to all.
I just got finished my drawing plates Hehe. Time to visit here.
________"The Pen"_________
Everything could be written with the ink of the pen.
Everything could be written to reach the goals— catch the dream.
But here I am... Here. I. Am.
Lurking. Sulking. Cultivating this feeling.
Exhausted. I’m beginning to feel the noise from everyone. Everything.
Slowly deteriorating. Blades of your mouth keeps on lashing.
Tired. Caught-up in the school works never ending.
Burnt. All of my thoughts filled by “How can I even afford resting?”
I still have eight and more activities to go.
I still have house tasks to do.
I am bound to have preaching for breakfast.
I am obliged to find alternatives— for projects— so that I could help myself pass.
I need to double task to earn a little cash.
For my school. For my goal.
For my grades. For my dreams.
Determined I am. So you are.
Goal-oriented. Focused. Very much ready to chase that shining dream.
But why do I see blood on that pen?
Is this real?
Does anybody hear?
Is this still me?
Does anybody see?
Am I ready?
Will I just let everything be?
Why?
Why did I let it pierce my being?
Is anybody looking?
Why is there blood on that pen?
Why am I on the bend?
Why is it so sudden?
Why did I even give in to my fleeting adrenaline?
Wait... my dream is fading.
My goal is running.
There is blood on my pen, did I wound them?
Or am I the wounded and they seem to see no reasons for staying.
I gave up. I gave in.
My dreams were built by my pen...
Yet now as I gasp for air to breathe, I see them leaving.
Indeed, an unwanted ending.
All because of the pen.
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Have a good day ahead you all hehe!
Thank you for reading!!
Wao nice