The Bleeding Pen Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Many tears will spill
As ink on papers
Many eyes will read to sip
Nectars from penned letters

Agony and pains are vomits
From a frail and dying pen
With praises and adoration
Coming from all reading dears

The pen bleeds blue
Though, ghosting red
Sorrow glues pages
Though, showing near
Of an end not glare
But, creativity and magics
Shielding a blazing flare
Visibly ghosty to some watchful birds

A great poem got scribbled
Men and sons will tell
Knowing not if the writings
Are actually springs from hell
As sounds of help for a noble save
Before earth yawns
For just another cake.

•The bleeding Pen•

©Michael Adesiji
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