Life Poem by emerson achari

Crimson red, liquid
pain beyond imagination
a hard bed upon which i lay
sirens blaring, people yelling beyond sight

never i thought would i die
alone in the world that does not pity a cry
so close to a new life i was
the ring in my pocket stinging slightly
the memories held tightly
as all else slipped

my life now wasted
my time done
my last waking thought
not a memory
nor time of fame

but a sight above the wispy clouds, beyond
above the looming crimson monster of metal before me
my last waking thought behold
the Parisian tower unfolded
As my fingers finally closed cold.