Let me die alone.

I jot with my eyes swollen, from pain I must say,

pain that's damaged a poor soul, and I'm now giving it away.

Penning my last when the weather is so gay,

maybe reminiscent of the sins I'm about to pay.

Read and listen to this chant;

not so sweet to ears and brains that are blunt-

nonetheless, this is my last day,

let me die alone till i decay

with no disturbance for this soul that came from clay,

that'll be the beauty of my last breathe as I pen this word-play.

Let me die alone as I came alone,

not even with mama who watched me as I was born-

I want to go without the worry of the world forlon,

nor the tears that will see me off like the silent cry of the unborn.

I want to shed the silent tears back to my heart

It might be a dangerous haemorrhage, but gone I'll not feel the hurt.

When my spirit deserts, in my soul break every bone,

to satisfy your anger, but unmoved I'll have gone

maybe to hell or the untold heaven,

but never forget the beauty of a soul that goes alone.

With my forefathers I will get some rest,

you won't love it but to my heart this is the best.

As my ancestors wait for me in haste;

I wish when I'm gone you throw me a good feast,

albeit the worry of hell or heaven.

Worry not for my soul you'll burry,

And soon the memory will turn merry

when the passage of time becomes a healer,

In a world believed to be a killer.

Bunguswa Writes.