English 425A 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 AuthorTatiana LexiaAKAboutI have no specific writing style; poetry, fiction, and non-fiction are all my preferred ways of the written word. more..Writing
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