Scribble

I pick up my pencil and begin to scribble,
Sometimes it's words, sometimes a scenery with pebbles..
In the dark time, I use dark words and dark shades,
As the pencil moves, my loneliness fades..

The lines begin to get sharper with confidence,
When my imagination breaks the fence..
The colors start building a fantasy,
A time comes when it all seems too easy..

Some finishing touches to make it better,
So that there are just compliments and no comments later..
Once I finish it, I feel lonely again,
I realize that my pencil is the only friend I gain..