TEARS OF A DRY PEN

Kissing the beautiful pages was my thyme,
One thing I would look forward to all the time,
Coz it was my rose to heart .
Each mark I left surpressed Venus the goddess of beauty .
For all my beautiful works left a legacy.

I did not think the days I would run out of ink would come.
I am drying!!
I am weak yet there is no hand to hold me not to slip.
I fall yet no page to give me a soft landing
I break yet no other pens feel share my pain
I drip the last drops of ink but no one cares to listen to the voice of my fading ink as it speaks .
I am a falling empire with no one to take the mantle from me.

#@tears of a dry pen
©Favor the poet

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