My Pen

This pen is my sentence
Ink of my time.
Try to spell it out
with a little rhythm,and rhyme.
Knowing the cause
having...with no place to pause.
With this pen
I can make the sun shine,or
the clouds to roll in.
Can you not hear?The rain on the tin.
Minutes are passing
I hear no laughing
In this cage
like a dog
which has no master.
Look at that tree in the pasture.
I can make this
go a little faster, or slow it down
with the water dripping down the drain.
Okay this is getting a little plain.
The one I left crying
Making me feel as I'm dying.
How can I make the sky blue
When all I see is gray.
I wish I could write this all new
like the first day of May.
So with my pen
I'll write my poem.
Give me wings so I can soar.
So at the end you will see.
That in this "Pen"i am free.