POEM: SEE ME THROUGH
I'd like to stop.
Reasons?
Oh it's piling up.
Every time I start,
I wanted to wrap.
So, I did.
Continue, I mean.
Then I was writing.
Hit the last page and
Found my self smiling.
Wait..
Confused. Rubbed my eyes.
Pages spotless.
Went hiatus.
I was screaming.
So loud, nobody hears.
Then, looked for the pen.
And there I saw..
A pencil,
Lying.
Unsharpened.