Final Hours
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Don't look at me in this awful state, my sickness has well increased,
You would find it too hard to relate so visit me when I'm deceased.
Don't assume there's more I can take, I've not felt this pain before,
These are the very last wishes I'll make, I won't live to wish for anything more.
Don't replace your thoughts of me, remember me not from my final hours,
My agony will stop and I'll be free. This grief will no longer be ours.
Don't start crying out for me, I'd like my full name on my gravestone
So in years to come that'll guarantee I won't be forgotten or unknown.
Don't hold me now but when I sleep, hold me tightly in your mind,
Keep me safe and covered deep, and just close enough to find.
Don't say goodbye before my death, I won't give a soft or sweet reply,
Kiss me after my final breath so with the angels I can fly.
Don't weep for me until I'm dead, there's less misery that way,
Could you please choose a comfy bed? For that coffin in which I'll lay.
Don't bury me completely alone, rest me with some flowers,
I'd like to dream dressed in monotone, once I've passed my final hours.
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Mortalities
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Departure
PoesiaThe thoughts for before and after death. [Votes/Comments/Feedback appreciated] The poems in this collection are generally shorter than previous ones.
