As lay upon my deathbed
My chest quakes with every word
But i shall bear all of the pain
Just to let my voice be heard
As I lay upon my deathbed, my mind begins to wonder
about everything I could've done and everything I did,
all the lies that I've told, the riches I gave,
the pain that I've cost, and the secrets I've hid
Some of you might hate me for my wrongdoings,
do not worry, you I do not blame,
for if someone did to me what i did to you,
I would've despised them all the same
To those who gave me confidence and happiness,
I show my gratitude,
you gave me my joy and happiness,
my excitement and beatitude
I was able to do what I wished,
to live, to laugh, and to love.
And for that privilege,
I thank the one man above
As my rotting head lies
and the pain makes my body quake,
I look and regret my misjudgements,
my imperfections and my mistakes
I thank everyone for being with me,
throughout my ever painful years,
you helped me conquer all about myself,
my obstacles and my fears
Fare thee well friends, for I'm starting to see the light,
I see the angel of God, holding me tight,
I wish you good luck with your earthly bounds,
Fare the well, and good night
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Reflections- a series of poems
PoetryTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
