As I Lay, Dieing... - Poem by Tsai TheTruthSeeker
Big sister waiting in the only chair, crying.
At me she keeps on eyeing.
Dad is still in the corner, sighing.
I have no strength left for shying.
Mom's no longer defying.
Please, everyone, stop trying.
The nurses are done supplying.
Everyone has stopped their lying.
My friends are away, vying.
Still, on my deathbed, I'm lying.
Everyone has stopped denying,
That we're all waiting on me dieing.
My little brother by the door, spying.
The doctors still in the hall, implying.
And still I lay on my deathbed, dieing.
I feel now as though I'm flying.
This is what I've always been wishing.
Please, everyone, stop your kissing.
I know what you all will soon be missing.
I am not dismissing.
No longer am I reminiscing.
A bowl of life you are not dishing.
Grandfather... I can see you fishing.
Please, say you're still around...
For I will soon be under the ground.
My feet have finally hit the sand,
I can now see I have hit land.
This place I'm at, its so grand.
I feel it on mine, your hand.
I know I will now be alright.
Nothing left to fight.
Up in the sky I see a peaceful kite.
Here I know never will there be night.
Always there will be some sort of light.
Please, don't worry...
I am no longer in a hurry.
Here on the grass there is always dew.
Please, don't you look so blue...
Don't you know now I will forever love you?
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