Disinterest

I am given this pen,

Taught its proper grip,

And informed of its potential.

Yet instead of pressing ink to paper

And constructing rows of complex prose,

I allow these tepid fingers to forget the grip,

The potential.

The pen drops between gutter-leaves,

And ink anemically mingles with the dirt and filth.

I shuffle forward,

My focus myopic and oblivious.

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

What a perfect way to tell of your "Disinterest" in writing! As if like that of a zombie, yet more severe. Gosh forbid had the pen been expensive! Very Good!