"Pen"
I'm drowning in nonsense once more, and I'm saying
Nothing.
Something is required of me.
Specific. Valuable.
The missing words crumpled sheet after sheet
Mourning for irreversible primary sources
The sensation that once compelled me to keep going
Rather than holding the pen that had been left so many times, I chose to write.
Except for the emptiness that forms the words, there was no trace at all.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Claudia
Melancholy-inspired creativity. I like it.
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