Lifeline

The stars flicker
I shiver
Thumb and finger grip tight
This pen is my lifeline
The markings made are all mine
Even when all the light dies
This pen becomes my voice and eyes
It shouts and it screams
As I tear at the seams
And even though I can’t literally see
In this pitch-black
It doesn’t matter
Because I have never truly been one for looking where I was going
Or finishing a rhyme scheme.

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