When I die,
let it be in winter,
where the trees may die with me.
When I die,
let it be when it’s cold,
for I have never enjoyed the heat.
When I die,
let it be at home,
with Christmas lights surrounding me.
When I die,
let me be with my mother,
for she means everything to me.
When I die,
let them weep for me,
but not for eternity.
When I die,
may God rest my soul,
and grant me His greatest peace.
When I die,
let me not be afraid,
for I have been afraid since I was three.
When I die,
I beg, I plead, let me see them all again,
however that may be.
When I die,
I will grant Death no forgiveness
if it does not gift these things to me.
Published by A.K. Rohner
A.K. Rohner has loved writing since he was a kid. He is the author of The Family Crest Duology and Arachna.
When he’s not writing, A.K. loves piano, video games, and rubbing the bellies of any dog that will let him.
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