Poetry

Is that to be my place?
Suffering old age,
Remembering the pain,
In past memory lane?
My trials will persist
My life it will insist
In my longing for leaving
My death I can't resist
Shall I starve of knowledge
Throughout the last days?
Reminiscing the destruction
In life's waves?
Through all the sacrifice
Was it too high a price?
I recall a time
A fabricated lie,
Was it such a crime
To put them all in line?