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An Ode to the Pencil I'm Twiddling Between my Thumbs

Written by Lisa Jain

 

I feel like all my life,
I’ve been surrounded

by unsuccessful

eraser bits.
My thoughts have turned on themselves,
Merely reflecting awful memories

I wish could have been forgotten.
I languish in my loveless,

regretful mind.
And fail to see the time go by

outside my window.
These memories would have been only memories,

if I’d let them be.
But I ponder them restlessly.
And they keep my eyes sleepless at night.
As they believe they can see the memories

come to life in my bedroom.

 

 

Lisa Jain is a poet from Kent, the Garden of England. As a 16-year-old, she’s dabbled in a few forms of expressive writing, including poetry, spoken word, and flash fiction.