My Dying Days…. &Quot;Tears At The Last Hour&Quot; Poem by Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu

PRONE TO DEATH, SLAVE TO GRAVE,
SOLACE BENEATH THE FROSTY CAVE,
WHY WOULD COSMOS FATE ME DOOM,
AND ENGROSS MY LIFE WITH GLOOM,
TO AGONY I AM A PREY,
THOUGH AM PREGNANT WITH HOPES AS MY DAYS GROW GREY.

WANDERING AMIST THE SEAS OF THOUGHT,
OH! ! ! PLEASE SAIL ME ASHORE,
TURN TO ME THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE,
FOR I AM A WANDERING GHOUL,
WHO BEWAIL IN THE BOUNDARIES OF LIFE AND DEATH.

MY TEARS HOLDS NO VALUE NOW,
FOR I HAVE LIVED A LIFE OF REGRET,
FATE HAVE NEVER BEEN FARE TO ME,
DESTINY TREATED ME SO CRUEL,
I WISH I COULD CHANGE THE MISTAKES LONG MADE.

OH! ! ! DREAM DO NOT TAKE ME AWAY,
OH! ! ! THE WIND OF DEATH DO NOT BLOW ME AFAR,
DO NOT CAST ME AWAY TO SOME DISTANT SHORES,
ALL I ASK FOR IS JUST ONE LAST CHANCE TO RIGHT MY WRONGS.

ALL I ASK FOR IS JUST ONE MORE CHANCE TO RIGHT MY WRONGS,
THOUGH MY PLEADINGS FALL ON DEAF EARS,
OH! ! ! MY TIME IS UP,
MY WORLD IS GONE,
I SEE DARKNESS ALL AROUND ME,
AND NOW I DRAW MY LAST BREATH.

PRONE TO DEATH, SLAVE TO GRAVE,
SOLACE BENEATH THE FROSTY CAVE,
WHY WOULD COSMOS FATE ME DOOM,
AND ENGROSS MY LIFE WITH GLOOM,
TO AGONY I AM A PREY,
THOUGH AM PREGNANT WITH HOPES AS MY DAYS GROW GREY.

WANDERING AMIST THE SEAS OF THOUGHT,
OH! ! ! PLEASE SAIL ME ASHORE,
TURN TO ME THE WHEEL OF FORTURNE,
FOR I AM A WANDERING GHOUL,
WHO BEWAIL IN THE BOUNDARIES OF LIFE AND DEATH.

MY TEARS HOLDS NO VALUE NOW,
FOR I HAVE LIVED A LIFE OF REGRET,
FATE HAVE NEVER BEEN FARE TO ME,
DESTINY TREATED ME SO CRUEL,
I WISH I COULD CHANGE THE MISTAKES LONG MADE.

OH! ! ! DREAM DO NOT TAKE ME AWAY,
OH! ! ! THE WIND OF DEATH DO NOT BLOW ME AFAR,
DO NOT CAST ME AWAY TO SOME DISTANT SHORES,
ALL I ASK FOR IS JUST ONE LAST CHANCE TO RIGHT MY WRONGS.

ALL I ASK FOR IS JUST ONE MORE CHANCE TO RIGHT MY WRONGS,
THOUGH MY PLEADINGS FALL ON DEAF EARS,
OH! ! ! MY TIME IS UP,
MY WORLD IS GONE,
I SEE DARKNESS ALL AROUND ME,
AND NOW I DRAW MY LAST BREATH.