Journal 59: Epic Language

Typing a journal,

Such an hardship and filled with pain,

The the gradual and deseprate buzzing sound of the computer,

Must finish the post before the computer’s life is drain out,

For then all is lost when the life is drianed away,

I must finish this esay no matter the cost,

With my mouse in one hand,

Another on top of the keyboard,

Dripping with sweat,

I must protect the people and the innocent,

For if I don’t finish this journal in time,

My grades will fall,

If my grades fall my parents will rage,

And if my parents rage,

The whole world will lay in shatters,

So oh god, grant me the strength,

To finish this gruesome quest, the most challenging of all,

Give me the strength to end the failures that my precedes try so despertly to avoid,

But failed,

Give me strength to end the pain that has yet to come,

I must finish this journal,

Outside rain and thunder are raging,

Reminding how little time I have left,

Soon if I fail,

It will not be water, but blood pouring from the red sky,

I have felt a trickle of doubt,

For I can’t really write in epic language,

I have trained too less,

Read too little,

Not working hard enough on wordly wise,

And I really doubt that epics are ever written in first person form,

Oh well,

I tried my best,

Used every bit of muscle left in me,

For the people,

To save others,

I will keep on typing….

Ps sorry for the rubbish, I cannot type epic poems since my vocabulary base is too small sorry, I tried my best.