Rich To Die Poem by Jannat Ahona

A thick fog concealing my bygone and my existent
With drowsy numbness in my chest
I feel the hemlock start its deed
No opiate could offer serenity
Or palliate a soul so enigmatic and deep
My heavy heart no longer repel
I descend into the hollow Lethe-wards
Where silence rings it long and final knell

Amidst the weariness, the fever, and the fret
Within this bitter life, you are the only peace I've ever met
Though my mind and memory will fade far away or dissolve
But my heart will no way let you devolve
As the shadows take hold of my mind's eye
I hold a heart full of light that we made alongside
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
To have known you, I possess a lifetime's worth of beauty
Enough to carry me gently into the fatality