In a room with books piled high,
Endless studying, oh my, oh my.
Pages turning, the clock so slow,
In the land of boredom, time does go.
Words on paper, a constant stream,
A studying marathon, like a dream.
The mind grows weary, the eyesight strains,
In the world of textbooks, where monotony reigns.
Equations dance, a tiresome waltz,
History lessons, like ancient salts.
Endless facts and figures, they persist,
In the realm of study, where interest is missed.
Hours pass, in a trance so dull,
As the brain absorbs, full and full.
Pencil scratches on paper so white,
In the marathon of studying, day turns to night.
But fear not, weary student, there's an end in sight,
A break awaits, like a shining light.
For in the realm of knowledge, though it may seem slow,
The journey's worth it, as new horizons show.
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
. Excellent work!
Never got tired of studies