The Last Day

The day I died with tear I wept feeling pain on my each step an irrational fear going at real depth of my heart and my mind oh god! I cried the day I died. A rue spirit in my voice I cried once or twice tears ran down my cheeks I felt helpless and lost didn‘t knew where to seek the day I died. I implored to mighty to yield some relief, please. No sign came upon I waited from dusk till dawn and when bright sun arose I permit my eyes to close That day I died.