I Will Write No More Poem by clifford mate

This is my last wish,
to sit here and enjoy my last meal,
enjoy last drink with two or three friends get high and see how it feels,
take a stroll down memory lane,
see all my dreams dis-appear in bits of flame,
the excuses i have for not achieving anything are lame,
for everything was within my reach and I’m to blame,
for i took life as a game,
now no one remembers my name,
i lie here in this wooden room fitted with a small glass window,
my hands to heavy to lift,
my heart to stiff to beat,
i will write no more