Death

a sonnet poem written in Iambic Pentameter

I close my eyes, but I am still not dead
Lay awake staring at the smiling sun
Pondering painful thoughts in my hurt head
On earth, seems like my journey here is done


Everything I do is wrong to them all
A ghost left my body, I felt my soul
No one else matters, its only gods call
Shall I be placed in the ground in that hole?


Ending my life six feet under the dirt
Don't shed tears I have overcome my fears
R.I.P. words on a custom made shirt
I enjoyed life these last couple of years


My fate reached a dead end, now its over
Celebrate Princess, a fallen soldier