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.