My death wish

                               
Life is like the rose beautifully
adorned
But its beauty rest on thorns
And we are all perishable mortals
Waiting to be claimed
By a merciless tyrant
For death is but a foe and a woe
And We may be swept away by morrow's oblong face
No one knows morrow
No one knows today
We can only manage to tell the past....
I have a wish, let me make it known to my kin:
When i die do not bury me deep
Just place my hardened body in my father's garden
Where wild flowers compete with double-bladed weeds
And where thorns sprawled on the loams
For i dread to be buried
alongside feigning thieves
And unworthy demented souls
In a cemetry of fallen leaves
Where lieth liars and renegades
Let no one cry me a river
And let no one put me in a cramped wooden box
Let no one rent for me a gown
For i do not wish to look like a dwarfish thief
Or like a man on borrowed hoods
When i breath my last
Let no one observe a silent moment for me
For i hate frivilous rites
Meant to mock the dead
When i die call in the poets,
the preachers and orators of words
Raise few vindicative stanzas
Vexed with sapping tales for me
For i am a man birthed in pain and rolling tears
When i die in my old age
Let no one sing me false praise
For i wish truth to rot with my bones
Till i descend into the ravine of unconscious state
Please respect my wish
Even when i am unconscious
For my pride could be vested
In my death's wish
Written by Isaac Archibongpoet