The feel of the ink-filled pen <br />Against my soft skinned hands <br />Drawing me back <br />Puddles of rain <br />Closing in on me <br />Nothing to save me <br />but the pen in my hand <br />notebook at my feet <br />feelings in my soul <br />only thing that can help me <br />abandoned road <br />light only shines on me <br />yet so dim I can hardly see <br />wind blowing fiercely <br />voice travels through the wind <br />getting closer to me <br />pen rapidly moving <br />thoughts clear to see <br />voice near me now <br />I hear my name <br />Pen slips away.. <br />hard dropp to the floor <br />I pick it up <br />as my surroundings change back <br />to the view through my window <br />from where the rain poured<br /><br />Amanda K. Perkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voice-of-a-pen/
