As I lie here dying, <br />I feel like a dope. <br />I can feel my heart crying. <br />I’ve lost all hope, <br />For love and life. <br />I cannot cope, <br />I’ve quit the strife. <br /> <br />A lonely disgrace, <br />With a lonely fate. <br />Slowly fading is this place, <br />Not much longer at this rate. <br />In a quiet, empty room, <br />Questioning the hate. <br />Drowning in gloom. <br /> <br />Death stands poised ready, <br />With his scythe overhead. <br />My body grows unsteady, <br />As I lie here on my deathbed. <br /> <br />Slow-motion, it seems, <br />As his scythe falls. <br />The blade gleams, <br />While my grave calls. <br /> <br />Finally the blade lands, <br />My flesh is being cut. <br />My soul, clutched, in deaths hands. <br />I fear the worst but, <br /> <br />I’m drifting into heavens light. <br />A relieved and worried sigh, <br />Heaven is a beautiful sight. <br />Is this a lie? <br /> <br />I pinch me, <br />I feel the pinch. <br />Every where my eyes can see, <br />Gold, at every inch. <br /> <br />My lonely life has a new lease, <br />But this loneliness is forever. <br />Despite my pleas, <br />Regardless of any endeavor <br />I am lonelier than the seas, <br />Now and forever.<br /><br />Cory Calder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deathbed-2/
