Theft

A beautiful pen
With a magic eraser
A nib that never wore out
And ink that shone
Mighty and lustrous

She held it dear
Writing creating dreaming
Worlds and visions…
Till one day
It went missing
Among crowds…and chaos
Races… and chases

Perhaps a theft
Stealing her of love…and power
Of passion and pursuits

The mighteous pen now lies
Forgotten and discarded
Without the light of day
Dust covered
Under a pile of unfulfillments

The price of existence
Of life
Of survival…