English 425

A Poem by Tatiana Lexia

In the days fleeting,

Drawing closer to the end,

I am empty and destroyed.

Battered and broken from

Battle after battle, I'm left

With paper cuts; lemon-soaked,

Salt-scrubbed paper cuts.

That have left me with

No pride left to think of.

But on an on I still write--

The pen my strongest sword.

A sharpened blade that behooves me,

Drags my thoughts through the ground;

I'm not sure I'll die victorious.

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Added on April 23, 2013
Last Updated on April 23, 2013
Tags: English, 425, Shakespeare, so done, college

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