Dear Sunny
I feel like my days are up
Death hangs around my door.
His fear pangs my heart to fear
Everlasting joy remains unclear.
Oh, my dear, I wish you were here
To firm and fix my tears to my years.
This sickness I am sure will close my eyes
But how can I live all my future in a night?
Regret has been my bedside friend
How I wish I had lived more holy days.
You told me faith would be my final rock
How I wish I kept her deep
But in my youth, I flung her into the sea.
I hear the knock, please fetch the priest
Perhaps in this last rite, my soul will live.
K.Oni
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