MY PEN IS GUILTY

My Pen Is Guilty

by Bannie Bandibas

I got up and fixed myself,
First morning of vacation on summer.
I stared at my bookshelf
And at a vase with one flower.
My hands suddenly moved,
reached my pen then uncovered.

Wait, can we take a break,
Just for this summer time?
Can I have a rest to take
And command this brain not to spill rhyme?
Can ideas be slowly shoved
So that I cannot commit another crime?

But I can't help myself not to write,
It's like my purpose and destiny.
I write and write on black or white,
Even things only hearts could see.
I kill emotions and take someone's life,
I stab readers with those words that flee.

I am a writer but sometimes I don't want to be,
'Cause I always bleed truth without mercy.

Yes, I am
And my pen is guilty.
Forgive me
For being me.

My Pen is Guilty | April 7, 2022 | Cogito Literary Journal and Salamindanaw (2019) | Bannie Bandibas