A pen and paper forth me 

i am to commence with this poem

But my pen is against it ...

i feel agitated 

As the words are in my mind 

i see them , i visualize them

But my pen rebels against them 

i've neglected it for momths 

So is it emnity , distrust or a broken friendship 

we're suffering from?

i held my pen with intentions of making or breaking

This life of my imaginative character

Yet my pen rebels against it

Why the sudden change of heart?

Has my pen allowed itself to be devoured by love?

Was it embraced by the true nature of this character?

Because what anger it has as i commence with the first line

What hatred it holds for these abominable words

I have chosen for this poem

I remember how it used to dance smoothly 

On the surface of this pure paper 

It was like mutualism - our relationship

it was as if we had the same destiny