Mighty be my quil
Black ink pours from your open mouth
as thoughts from my mind emerge
and take root on yellow stained parchment.
A world of imagination and hope
A world of Despair, and ruthless criticism
A world like so many others before, and after
And yet, so very different at the same time.
Neurological impulses drive through my skull
With the force of a thousand raging bulls
These are my thoughts, my actions
and of them, i write worlds, words, lives, lies
As any other humans could, and has done
I let my emotions overflow from the tip of my pen
My morals, my beliefs, my life
And i lay raw and exposed, and powerful
on a stained piece of parchment
covered in ink
from the pouring mouth
of my mighty quil
I am the past,
I am the future
I am the ink
I am the writer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pen can hold so much! I enjoyed this very much!