So many thoughts run through my mind
To keep them bottled up would be quite the crime,
So to the ink and paper I go
And hope today it will flow.
Opened my mail and to my surprise
A note unknown filled with lies.
Not again! I say.
That gut feeling came back today.
How does my pen inflict so much drama?
Should I blame it on my mom-ma?
Can I help it that there is much to say.
For the pen takes over and runs away.
Will this be to my demise?
Not today for I hold the prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How this Power To The Pen sound like the beginning to a interesting drama. Welcome to PH Phyllis