A Broken Down Song
Parchment lies down flat.
A canvas for me to express through.
E-mailing, text messages, and even phone calls collapse.
Two echo voices of selfish views.
Closed off to other sounds.
A new approach to a broken down song.
An old way of writing.
Insecure choice of words.
By candlelight, dipping into Ink that personifies.
Pen nib caressing parchment, lightly scratching.
A flow of words and Ink.
The heart's way of expression.
Pauses between thoughts to feed pen.
Forced to introspect between sentences.
Brief interludes that feel like an eternity.
Dying each time.
Knowing the attempt is in vain.
But through this, a passion is born.