Sometimes it tells me stop,
sometimes it tells me go.
And when it doesn't say a thing,
thats when I do not know.
It always seems to scream out loud,
'write before I sleep'.
And when I don't know what to say,
it starts to speak to me.
This little pen that has a mind,
and the ink that is its speech.
Lets me leave this world behind,
to find places out of reach.
So when I breath my last of breath,
and on the death bed which I lie.
Honor just this one last wish.
Lay it by my side
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pen-5/
