Rest in peace Tosyn bucknor - Don't mourn me when I die, her last words.
Late Tosyn Bucknor, gone so soon
The cold hands of death came again to snatch a rare gem from the land of the living. I don't know why I'm writing this post since the deceased is not someone I know much about from the public figure, I just can't help it, I had to bring her demise update from this world to the blockchain after I read her last poem before she gave up the ghost.
According to some random articles on opera news, she got married three years ago to a man from France, She was a sickler, an O.A.P (On Air Personality), She loves poetry and nationality is Nigeria.
This days I am scared of death, every time I encounter any death news - I feel sympathy for the deceased family, I also say to myself “I don't know when my own time will stop ticking, therefore live right with one another, love one another, life is too short, do not hate, instead let love lead ”. Anyone reading now must be wondering; 'At your young age udezee, you shouldn't have such thoughts' Hahaha, I also agree with you, it's just the death trauma whispering to me about living right and loving one another. This I have decided to do all the days of my life.
Like I said before I don't know why I'm writing this post, the will that incited this write-up came from the last poem written by Tosyn bucknor before she died - when I read it I reasoned within myself saying Did she know she was going to die soon? She said we shouldn't mourn her when she dies. What a coincident. Let's read it together below:
UNTITLED
“I look into the future and see me cease,
I feel no fear, my face won't even crease
My steps on this earth, a testament to life,
Leaving this place filled with strife
Don't cry for me, shed tears for yourself,
For each date you acquire gives you a little less.
Now I know why I live the way I do
And why my mistakes, no second look
If I live my life according to their pace,
What's my price in life's meaningless race?
Too much odds stacked against this fierce soul
So each hour, all I do is attain my goals.
Spent a lot of day searching for purpose
Then I put my thoughts into poetry and prose
This is why I was put in this world
Be a voice, Put emotions in words
For every tear I shed and times my eyes smiled,
Someone will have known every option I tried.*
This cowardly heart felt fear not death
Prize I've earned since my birth
My vow to leave a lasting voice after I was
Find a loyal number to keep fighting my cause
Here lies she who lived short but well
No regrets for her, but all, her story tell.”
credit: original poetry written by late Tosyn bucknor.
What a poet! the last two lines caught my attention, it just felt to me like her thoughts knew death was near or rather her time was short. I have nothing but absolute respect for the dead. Rest in peace.
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