DYING WISH

Hi freewriters,

Hello esteemed writers and poets in this community, it's Abeegail again, and i wrote another poem. I've always wondered what would happen if i had died, what effect would it have on people, will they cry, would i be missed, would i be remembered for something great.

"What would happen by the time I'm no more", she thought,
I'm pretty sure my mom would cry her eyes out,
My dad would try to put up a strong front, like he didn't just lose his precious daughter,
My brother would cry too, I'm not sure I'll touch his supper,

I've always heard that death is cold, it takes hold of your bones,
It feels so heavy, just like rolling stones,
I've heard it's peaceful, like the dulling sounds just before you are fully awake
It like taking a nap, but never waking up,

It like the thief in the night bearing no sounds,
No one knows when it comes around,
It's like a calm Sunday morning,
It's comes bearing no warning.

I hope I'm not that person they cry over,
I mean..., I really don't want that much sadness over someone like me,
My heart would break to see this scene,
Because I'm much to insignificant, to little, I mean.

And what ever will they write on my gravestone,
Because I'm not person of importance, I remain unknown,
And what ever would they say about me,
Probably good thing, like she was sweet, she was nice, all brought goodwill wherever she be,

And no one should say I fought the good fight,
Because I was a coward for my entire life,
Accepting death even when it was not looking for me,
No one should call me strong because I didn't struggle, I just let it be

And I hope I remain forgotten, for I have places to be,
I hold no legacy, other than being carefree so it seems,
So leave me, not a version of me should be in your memory,
Once I live this world, I want to live with all of me to have ever been.

So don't hold a memorial, don't light the candle,
You are allowed to mourn, but not more than two days,
Because the last thing I want is my absence to curse you pain,
So Paint you heart with red again and dance in the rain
Because this selfish soul has found peace,
So let it be, my dying wish.

It's Still Abeegail 💗✨
Thank you for reading

The image is mine