Tuesday, August 21, 2012

War Room



The scribbling pens make noise like bombing planes
I can only drop F bombs
It’s all in vain
Why must I write so negatively about my mom?

Etch out to remove the first paragraph
It sucks and stinks like a rotten carcass
My letters look like an autograph
This frustration is causing a ruckus

It’s a war and I am loosing
The other students turn in work before me
The feeling after this will be soothing
I write faster so I too can be free

The assignment is tough
I cannot write a sonnet
I hope to finish I hope I have enough
It is like I am running the gauntlet

I’m close now this last stanza is a sign
I turn in the paper and retreat from enemy lines

1 comment:

  1. Very interesting how you use the hectic nature of writing as a symbol of war. Cool imagery.

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