the pen

pen,
an eye of the storm,
in the middle of chaos,

the smell of the ink,
the touch of the skin,
the look,

shades of identities
in the noisy crises
struggling to 
write a horrid,
a borrowed story,

a silent traveller
bewildered in the crowd
of unspoken words

the device finally triumphs
to crack the squall
with a sound of a crack