final moments on the death bed

Final Moments On The Death Bed a poem

I'm on my death bed.
I can feel it.
Me, slipping away into the unknown, the great beyond.
I can see the light.
It shines so brightly, almost blinding.
The gates are opening for me.
Letting me in, calling out to me.
Suddenly, my life is flashing before my eyes.
Memories of my past life.
Now I feel...ready.
I am. Take me. They did.
They have taken me to their world, their realm.
Them.