At My Death Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

At morn dew drops within
Making afternoons reflect the sun ashore
The peak of merry made man
Gearing you towards the regular not known
At dusk..."commendo spiritus meum"
In ears on men by chain of blizzards whispered
Such once blew joy blows hurt
Above the edge I cleave it be
One dying and a burying
Beneath six feet a ground hollow
Many a person tears wet
Six a few flesh in wood carry
Nothing but a weight without a life to live
The last freedom...away from the reach of light
Away from the world once created
An ace gone oblivion
Only one escape from a daring living
Just a rest from life encouraging
Lust vanishing in bewildered eyes
Love stuck in few dry hearts
The moon of my nightfall shall bleed
Sun of my next dawn smiling down
At my death...my spirit returns abode
Thus my last wish, bury me in hearts not tearful
Set me in memories not aggrieved
Like a leaf at rest from the winds
So lies the one you once knew
On my death's day these be declared
Buried only in hearts that loved me
My demise shall bring me a passage
To one that made me.