Poem -
Chewed to Death
Trust is like a pencil eraser,
one end removes mistakes,
the other pens a better outcome, each end worn down with timely use, sometimes abuse. It is of quality, strength and ownership that some last a lifetime... in truth they are mostly chewed to death during downtime.
by Abre
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Comments
well written I felt this poem in my soul, because I've been chewed up and spat out to feel only pain. Love this.. Well done my friendÂ
The demon in the pencil comes from the lead coated paint on the outside,made by those who place poison in your life, the part we chew. It is the inner soul,the graphite we have control over...dark or light we can create a masterpiece.
I think you could write this thought up again with the added comment integrated to create a slightly longer more polished piece. That concept is amazing... What a metaphor! Brilliant mind you've got there. Peace and Joy from me