The Mill

• Artist: iBatty
• Description: A short poem I thought of in English Class.
• Date: 12/24/2008
• Tags: mill bread death

The Mill
That I knew so well,
I could not believe,
How unused it looked.
I remembered
How my Mother would send me there,
For the fresh Bread.
I remembered the strict guard.
His face was always pale white,
Like he had the plague.
They wouldn't let and ill person
Guard such a fresh, clean place?
Suddenly,
I longed for that bread.
Without thinking
I ran
Into my death.

Comments

[iStepharella]

I don't understand it. What point are you trying to portray with this? Why would you run from a sick man? Why not help? Are you portraying selfishness? It's alright, but i'm left with a sour dislike in my mouth thinking about it. Try a more rhythmic type of flow. Instead of posting a work of art for someone else, do it for yourself. 6 out of 10. smile

[iBatty]

R4zorM4n
Maybe...
Or wun of the sharp mixing blades >=P
Lol.

[XxXx dEsTiNy XxXx]

=o woah..

[R4zorM4n]

you ran into a loaf of bread and died?

[Kirito-Senpai]

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lol

[Kirito-Senpai]

thats cool mom