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Delicious aromas fill the air
Of baking breads and sweets
The dough I knead
Is soft yet strong
Just like I
Would you like a slice of pie?
A sample of sweet cake?
How I loved to see
Their expressions
When biting into my creations
But then that dreadful winter
Brought the devouring cough
Consumption, was the doctor’s word
For this disease
No longer baking my sweet pastry
Or sitting down
Near the blazing warmth of my oven
All day in bed
Skin as pale as moonlight
Eyes sunk and dull
The days pass by
Slowly inching forward
Please, I call
My voice only a hoarse whisper
Stop my suffering
My pain
My agony
No longer do I want to see
The crimson spurting from my mouth
And staining my sheets
My throat coarse and raw
Lungs dropping like hard stones
More days are added
To my dying life
As the first light leaks
Through the cracked window
My spirit rises and leaves
My body is carried
Into the ground
And finally
Peace has descended
- by HolySonata |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Sarah the Baker
- Artist: HolySonata
- Description: This is yet another poem I wrote in reading class. It was also from the Scholastic Magazine and the article was about the many dead people who lived on a hill (forget what it's called) and they each talked about how they lived and how they had died. So my class had to make up their own character and then tell how they died. I chose to do a baker.
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: baker
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- camilla453411 - 10/13/2008
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