In my death bed

Written by: Judy Oketch

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.