Just me and my pen

Just came across this while clearing up my house. Written many years ago during my examination period with no motif other than boredom relief. Please feel free to critique.

A hall filled with cold air
and nervous whispers
Faltering beyond words
I tremble at the thought

Getting ready for my trial
Jittery all around
Implacably progression
it takes one willing

In time precedes me
I sprout to come still
Mettle from my instrument
Just me and my pen

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[外人 (Gaiji..]

very cool, i see you worked on it, very deep !!