The Pen

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.

🖊

Have a good day ahead you all hehe!

Thank you for reading!!