XXV

My pen has stopped working. 

I live in this house

And I am by myself 

She just needs time 

See,

I can think of the words.

I'm not that alone,

Although who's to say I'm alone?

It's just,

Every pen I try refuses to just work

And it frustrates me,

In my home,

I cannot use my paper for my thoughts

And no one else will know about it.