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Something I wrote after my long bout of writers block :(

Fighting against the manacles that hold me

Trying to break free of the fear that binds me

But I'm getting tired and I'm soon growing weary

I stop fighting

My Life

My Death

My Torture

I let my head fall forward

They come up with a sword

They put it to my head

I smile because soon I will be dead and so will the life I once lead

Author's Note

I hope it doesn't disappoint...I know I haven't written in a while and I know i might've loss my touch if I had one at all :(

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

I liked this piece; It shows the struggle that the character is going through... It's not disappointing so don't worry about that. I think that the vocabulary that you use it was good and the subtle imagry was very good too. I'm sorry that you're not writing that much anymore... I think the same goes for a lot of authors. This was a good poem. Good Job!

[Lydia]

grwing=growing, But other than that, this piece was nicely done.

[Wolfwind Words]

Oh E! If you lose your head, how shall you know where to ruffle my fur?
I would be forced to resurect you! You know what that means!