When I Die Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Spare me your painful pity
When my breath shall cease
To spur my ailing frame.

Why should people come to mourn?
Over my cold stiff carcass
When I can see no more,
Laugh, nor frown with my mortal frame
To seer the contents of their hearts.

Why should friends crowd
To celebrate my mortal demise
With fumes of ignorance
That brew tears, sighs and sorrows,
When I stand in majesty
At eternity’s gate
Seeking of the boundless joys
And peace that await me beyond.

Why should self proclaimed enemies
That I never had, find the chance
To self-destroy their little mercies
And increase their mortal calamities
Nodding and knotting chains
In their wild, that my freedom
Bared in their witless minds?
To obstruct the bountiful journey
I have commenced
Even when I intercede to scuttle
Their eternal misfortune.

Now that my eyes see beyond boundaries
And barriers no longer restrain my zeal.
Now that I am light
And fly without harm
Nor can I harm any.
Now that I think and it becomes
And my imagination substantiates.
I am free from carnal frailties
That oppressed my mindless frame.

Why would sorrows of those I cared for
Tag a trail of ignorant grief for my joy
To slow down my journey and set me back.
Would you know?

That Gold and Diamonds
I have amazingly gone beyond
Never a wish to come again
Even if it is within my choice
I would rather wait yonder
And guide your wish
To come at the appointed time.
Therefore, set me free with mirth
Not sorrows
Char my carcass and give me speed
By restoring my elements
Let my ashes flow in the river;
Kill that custom that binds me
That I may intercede early
For your better return.