My Number Two Pencil
The scritching and scratching,
is all I can hear.
It is like tumbling bricks detaching
And it feels so near
In this eerie silence
It is so creepy......
But alas it is not so
For every time I think its good,
I mess up and it must go.
Like broken glass it hurts but I must keep going 'cause I know I should
If not then I would feel low
My pencil is becoming so short,
It screams in pain like a newborn baby while the eraser dying, demanding not to disappear.
This can not be.
I feel I must go to court,
for taking its life like a criminal, shame on me.
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