YOUR PEN by Krypton

I have not a name like my owner.

I am only a possession, one that is short lived in fact.

I have an origin of moulds and plastic tubing.

I am one that lies mute all day.

One more thing I am is a channel.

Yes, I was made for this very purpose after all.

To convey mortal thoughts, fantasies and ideas.

I bring them alive, alive to eyes that choose to see.

I can be your amplifier too, as with my graceful strokes and twirls.

I enhance your mind's very silent mutters.

Giving them the loudness that's required 

My purpose from the scratch does me in each and every moment of the way.

It is like I was born to be used and abused.

My blood is my voice, my fluids are the media through which I serve.

In the end, I'd rather run dry than stay locked up.

For, for this very reason do I exist.

To be the voice of the dumb, the strength of the timid, the weapon of your bright mind.

 

I am your pen.

-Krypton

Author's Details: 
Facebook: Ejodamen Joshua 
Twitter: @joshua_CRYPTON 
Email: joshuaejodamen@gmail.com