The Led Pencil

• Amy Chau, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

They make my edges sharp
Shaping me to perfection
But soon, I will break and fall apart

They have brighter colours than mine
When they see me they give a sombre expression
What happened to me and my beautiful shine?

There really isn’t anything left at all
I’m starting to see it now
I’m a lonely led pencil with nothing left to draw