Memories of pain, a sonnet

Sonnet
 Memories of pain
In darkness of day

The life had gone forsaking me in desert,
To weep in misery million tears,
I beseeched end to come near,
I had na dear , I had no fear.

Do burry me or burn on pyre
Relieve me of pain,soul must retire,
Am I awake or its slumber,
O my lord it pains beyond measure

Hark my past is coming back with stagger
It has forgotten joys for dagger
It twists my bleeding wound deeper
Taking me down in the nether.

Pour in cup the death with pleasure
It's my treasure
It is my treasure.