Hyndland Secondary School: Arriane Crabbe

 

 

The Pencil

I lie here
Non-moving
Waiting for something to happen

Nothing

I’m here ready to be used
Nice and Sharp

Nothing

I see you contemplating what to write
Whether to use my brother

Finally

You’ve made up your mind
You grab me
And put my head to the paper
Where I’m meant to be

You start scratching my head
It’s so painful
I can’t believe I’ve been waiting all my life for this

I’m getting shorter
You’re rubbing my head off
I can’t believe this

 


by Arianne Crabbe