Dying Poem by Lingam ajji

No, I am not dying once again.
I refuse to feel the pain.
Reliving the times, I wish,
Never befell in the first place.

Farther strange noises I hear,
Afraid to crack my hollows,
I run as the floor follows and-
Crumbles into fossils of tomorrow.

Before it goes down south
I wanna take control,
Kindle the lost adventure-
Win back the conscience of my soul.

I rebuilt the house of desires,
Awaiting a chance at redemption,
With none to catch my dreams
They dried and shattered away.

Be a friend,
My best redeemer,
A believer- only enlightener.
Confess, I am not much of a giver.

If going down is my destiny,
I am not the one to give up easy.
You could stay beside me,
Or- fair enough, just be.

I will put up a fight anyway,
Until something saves my life,
A flimsy plane perhaps,
Or a bird in disguise.

Rising back from the rumbles,
Dusting off meagre particles,
I will come clean, one last time.
To be my own queen.