Death

I could see a face, In tears, at my agony phase, Mum, was that you there, Together with them, my death to declare? I could die it painful, Too young, life wasteful, Dad, was that you tearful, Trying to remember our lives eventful? Could come up another, Hopes, me not to die, Friends, are you there to lie, And let me live like it were? I could imagine it now, From toes, painfully slow, Soul from its cages, go Lifeless, cold on the floor. Left hurt, everyone to sob. Peacefully gone, To God with all sins done, Dear God, could I for a minute talk, Talk good, narrate a folk, That I lived a life of hate, For I fought all that did want a fight.