Ready

Death extends his hand out,
I pause for a second.
Do I take it?
He’s getting impatient.

My friends, would they miss me?
What about my family?
Can I leave them,
Never to return again?

I slowly take his hand,
There’s no turning back.
As I feel the coldness rush over me,
There’s just nothing left.

So I turn back one last time
To the life I used to live.
I’m ready to leave it behind
I’m ready to die.