I am words 'unworth, unbecoming of a poet

My mind with empty space ready to be let

Words have left me, I am all forlorn

Purposeless existence, why was I even born?

Unwanted, they walk the long distance, home

Death stalking who will build their tomb?

Year after year I have invited you death

I am ready here why you stalk them there?

Will it be a cardiac arrest or my yearning put to test

Whatever be, put my body to rest.

Be my partner, this is not a crime

If you come at the appointed time, the end will be sublime.