Touch the paper with a pencil

Shouting thoughts come alive

My mind is leaking ideas

The words explode on paper

Eventually coming together

To create a world of mine

Thinking becomes out of control

A pencil brings me to utopia

At the same time it grounds me

Writing becomes medicine

To heal my broken soul

This pencil in my hand

Has brought me more than life

Expression that is necessary

A pencil that keeps my heart beating

Creations I must live for

All from a number two pencil

A poem has been born

Writing that will live on