PEN OR BRAIN

The blocked pen
and the blunt brain.

The bleed ceased
and the drops seized

For the prize of sin
or the price unseen?

Is the pen sick
or the brain weak?

The intercourse no more flows
like a flourishing plant grows.

It drys like a rain
on the desert’s chain.

The pen is now blind
that the place of brain cant find.

As the brain lives
the pen continuously shall bear leaves.

Scripted By: Jk Anyanwu