There it lies,
Harmless as ever,
But it is a weapon,
It can either be,
The worst,
Or,
The best,
It is a destroyer,
And a miracle-worker,
It can provoke tears,
Of anger,
Of,
Emotion,
And there it lies,
Harmless as ever,
In the reach of all,
May the wrong hands,
Take hold of the power,
That lies within,
What would happen?
It is a weapon.
It is the pen.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetrySome of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L
