The Pawn

I sit down softly in my wooden chair off
into the blank nothingness,
I begin to stare In my dripping wet fingers,
I hold my little book
Do I keep it closed or take a chance and look
I decide to open it to an empty page
Now the whole world is my stage
I give over control to my creative mind
To my surprise their are endless words for me to find
Some words are big and some are very small
On the paper the ink from my pen begins to crawl
Line by line it forever flows
Where it is headed nobody truly knows
The ink knows what to do
Most of the time it bleeds blue
' I just let it do what it will
Sooner or later the page does fill
I let the ink drip out like bullets from a gun
The next thing you know,
the writing is done I slowly put my book
'back on the shelf once more
To my imagination,
I again slam the door of my own mind,
I am simply just a pawn
I am forever awaiting the upcoming dawn.

-Khushi Kaul