the pen

the pen, it is held either hand. with different inks as well, people dreamed for the pen to continue, yet we are stopped nearly midway, what greed do they hold again ones will to continue the story. in the end the tears fall,people say it's a full stop. I left the pen on the table for ages, but I'm just staring blankly into the book of myself. the pen is too heavy for myself to even be helped as I hold it.