PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Succint, sublime your words trip of your tongue and become mine

Sinister shadows play in your thoughts and enter your mind



I am your mistress I am your master

I am the one to whom you lend an ear



Tears escape  rivulet and spiral

Saline drops into my lap



I am hungry for your soul

feed me your energy



I wait crisp

I wait blank

I await my master



I await his embodiment



His name is 'Pen'