Feeling With My Pen

Lonely, I’m lonely.

Starting a new chapter,

a new echo – but

the same voice.

 

Silence, I’m silent.

Writing the new chapter,

a new style – still

the same theme.

 

Change, I’m changing.

Editing this new chapter,

a new mistake – with

the same end.

 

Feeling, I’m feeling.

Reading this chapter,

a new meaning – ‘cause

I’m feeling with my pen.