English 425

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.

© 2013 Tatiana Lexia


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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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Tatiana Lexia
Tatiana Lexia

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