My Pen

I begin to bend as I,
Once again pick up my pen.
Pressure intense my blood
Begins to race.

Faster it flows, how,
How can I get my mind
To stop; or just simply slow,
To a pleasant chalked up thought.

Painfully painstaking pounding out
Rhetorical rhetoric and conjunctions
That help my words and stanzas function.

It just seems so difficult with
This mental strain that I continue on.
Elevation rise and slow bleed fills my eyes.
It's built up to much, just can't go on
Like this must....push....this out.

Blood trickles from eyes, ears, and nostrils,
Consuming my pen, I feel it take a deep
Breathe within, as it starts to freely
Jot down manuscript encoded in my DNA.

Things within that never seen light of day
Explode from left to right, as my pen so
Carelessly writes.