This is a poem that I wrote for my school's talent audition. I'm not sure if I won or not yet, but I'm pretty sure that I didn't because there was two more auditions. One was a group of four girls and they did a slam poem...It was good but they messed up some and kept laughing. Then there was a group of three boys, they did a skit. It was really funny but they didn't seem serious about the dangers of tobacco. Anyways here is my poem...I hope you like it.
As I sat by that bed,
sickness clung to the body in it laid.
My eyes roamed the sweat sheened face;
my ears listened to each haunting, faint breath.
Watching, waiting, heart-wrenching
as her life neared its end.
I had to ask, I had to say;
"Why? You promised, you promised me
that day when I found you
coughing and hacking and weezing on the floor.
Asking the wind, begging for air,
clawing at the door.
You promised not one more.
Now your kungs are rottened to the core.
Are you happy? Then why?
Why when you promised, when you swore.
Not a chew, not a smoke more."
Her blood shot eyes sad,
lips dry and chapped with strangled gasps
this is what she said.
"It called to me, like a siren at sea,
like Eve to her tree.
In my head it whispered, it beckoned.
My will it weakened.
One, only one more, only one.
To feel the sting, the warm burn
to become numb.
All my stress, on hit and it was gone.
But time and time again, I fell
broken, mangled, to temptation.
To regrettable sin.
A quick smoke, a swift chew,
a slab of tobacco, a stick of nicotine.
It tempted me, it still tempts me.
Even now"
One last breath, a strangled pause
and she was dead, she was gone.
"Fool, weak fool." was all I said..
My hand in her's feeling
the warmth flit away
then the tears came.
All as I sat by that bed.
