POEM BASED OFF OF CAL GABRIELS POEM IN ZERO DAY

"The pen may write history," he declared, caught between truth and lies.

"But a pen is nothing without ink," I replied. "I am my own story."
I wrote my life in bold strokes, each word a testament,
A manuscript of belief, until you blotted the page.
And I never erased the stain.
You felt the weight of every unwritten verse within that single drop,
But it was my script that was marred.
It's a life in drafts—a narrative left unfinished.

There was that day when you spilled the ink,

A life spent crafting meaning, only to be blurred by uncertainty,