Scared Of Death To Death Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu

When we sleep at night,
And put the alarm to eight,
Not assured if we
The next morning will see.
They say that is faith,
Yet still I'm afraid.
Afraid that while I sleep,
Many will be lift,
And I'lld still be dreaming
I'm in heaven, singing.

The cry of the good mother afar
And a sister who just lost a younger!
He was just nine,
Left without a sign,
He was the best in school
Also never missed sunday school.
...Like a flash, he died!
The world cried!
Just for the month,
And everyone back to their gold cloth.

Yesterday, that beautiful lady
And her neighbour's new baby
Left us in the world.
They gave no goodbyes, no word.
...Fear grips me,
I just could leave,
As my pen puts a dot,
My soul could drop!
Ah! I wouldn't be prepared,
No goodbyes! Oh I'm scared!