In My Death Bed
In my death bed;
I did write a poem
Of my life story.
The passion, desperation and seclusion.
Of the selfishness; I believe, unsatisfaction.
I did remember of a promise.
I, yes I, remembered of an oath,
To myself I swore ire,
Then strife, hate, spite!
I loved, by many was liked
I lied, by many was betrayed
Silently, with passion of a narrator,
I became I,
Developed me,
Created myself.
In my death bed,
I did write a poem
I remember, of my life.
Copyright © Judy Oketch | Year Posted 2012
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