When no one listens
My pen always will.
My paper always hears
I’m Never judged or rejected
As the void is filled with ink
I become immortal
My thoughts written
Can be seen for centuries
Or tragically stored away
Undiscovered but lasting.
They are out of my head
The pressure is relieved
Stagnation is depression
The old has got to go.
A constant flow brings life
I won’t annoy you with chatter
Or become a talking head
But I can listen and wait
To write what’s in my heart.
It is here I am never ignored.
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The Rational Element 