Dying (Poem)

Dying

Friends are crying,
Tears are drying,
Parents are praying,
Siblings are singing.

You are dying,
Tis the moment,
Will you go to heaven,
Or will you go down,
Down,
Down.

Sweet things happen,
Your last few days,
It has changed your,
Thoughts of mind.

Twisting and turning,
Not enough time.

Thoughts are spinning,
Siblings stopped singing,
Crying is done,
As you float to the heaven above!