I turn and run.
The night is chasing me. I do not want to go with it.
But I have to.
I know I have to.
It is gaining. My fear is growing.
I do not want to leave anything behind.
My family, my rock, could not live without me.
My children, my life, could not survive.
My love, my soul, would die along with me.
But what…
What if I'm wrong?
My family, would grow stronger…
My children, they would learn…
My love could go on.
With out me.
Without me they must be.
It's my time.
I turn around.
I am content. Take me death.
It's my time.
And theirs to be without me.
He take my hand.
I feel his cool embrace, its sucks the life out of me.
My cares and worries melt away.
They will be fine when I am gone.
I see that… Now…
Is my time.