Goodnight, Goodbye Poem by Anastasia Wofford

I am faced with a verse,
I dare not write,
May my vision be absent,
Yes, blindness I’ll invite.

May my ears be indifferent,
And no longer take heed,
If I fail at abatement,
O’ this is my plea.

May my lips feel no thirst,
To be quenched anymore,
If a long ride in a hearse,
My body, must endure.

May my nose no more smell,
The sweet stench of death,
For here I shall dwell,
To tell this box all my secrets.

May my sense of touch,
Be missing as well,
For my fists will clutch,
At the coroners cold steel.

All this I pray,
If I shall not wake,
May my soul play,
And my body no more ache.