I’ve lost my phone A3 Drawing

“I’ve lost my phone” A3 size mixed media on paper using pastel, oil pastel, marker, acrylics, ink. I was inspired by famous poem while creating this peace : I've awoken in a terrible state, I think I'm going to die, My life is almost over, As I breathe my one last sigh. I'm really hurting deep inside That's why I find it odd, If one can suffer in this way, There can't possibly be a God. It happened as I was driving, I ran into a pole, I'd just completely lost the plot, This is going to take it's toll. How could my fellow human beings? Treat me with such disdain, How can they stand there laughing? When they know I'm in so much pain. Like blood my body needs it, It's as important as my heart, Without it I know I will die, We just cannot be apart. As I'm now losing consciousness, I feel like such a fool, Though I did ignore the warning signs, How could life be so cruel? There is no point in carrying on, I've given up the ghost, I'll just go quietly on my way, As they play my one last post. I must have upset someone high, To suffer this affliction, The reality with my illness is, It's based on fact not fiction. I'm going to see my psychiatrist now, This will be my one last session, After all I've been put through, I'm suffering from depression. But I don't care what you lot think, I know I've passed life's test, When I finally meet my maker, I can say I tried my best. Paradise must be a massive place, There must be a lot of choice, Us humans love to gossip, I love the sound of my own voice. How did our parents ever survive? Even for a two-minute walk, Being away from family and friends, Without being able to talk. I know what you're all thinking now, For me you're feeling sad, Definitely not I hear you say, We think you're barking mad. In saying that I'm worried now, If Heaven's the ultimate creation, How the Hell will I survive? Do they have any communication? Well this is it I'm on my way, I have taken my final breath Not knowing if I'll be allowed to speak, Is a fate far worse than death. My epitaph I want you to write, On my lovely granite stone, Is, I didn't die from illness, ‘' I Lost My Mobile Phone ‘' Bri Mar ★ ★ ★ ★ ★