LOVE WITH A PEN
If you spend long enough alone with just a pen, it will become your best friend in each and every single way;
You don’t believe you can fall in love with an object, well just watch
Tom Hanks, and Wilson in Castaway.
During my darkest days people would be injecting heroin into their bodies, causing their family shame;
I just locked myself away in a cold dark room, injecting this ink through my vein.
I have spent a lifetime writing these verses, so do you really think it bothers me if you aren’t feeling this poem, in fact I don’t want you to comment or hit that Facebook LIKE;
I have been around the block so many times, they call me the village bike.
I have been watching everyone from the shadows, observing each and every single one;
My skin is now pale white like the moon, after endless days spent hiding from the sun.
A page to unleash my anger, a piece of paper to catch my tears;
As a child I wrote with a crayon, it only turned into this ink after many lonely years.
Young girls grow into ladies, young boys grow into men;
The light at the end of the tunnel is where I am now standing, and still in my hand I hold this pen.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012