The sweet scent of the to-bloom buds passes by my face.

I knew it was time.

But no.

I didn't pay it any heed.

The knell draws near.

You should have seen me.

Someone trying to hold on to dear Life.

How desperate.

The master approaches.

I was not ready yet. . .just a few more years. . .

This was all too soon. . .all too sudden.

The master beckons me.

I didn't want to go yet. . .

I still wanted to live.

Please. . .just a little more time. . .

The master steps closer.

I am frightened by his determination.

I sigh as my hand loosens its grip. . .

It is done.

I have decided.

I MUST GO.

Author's Note: Shifting tense is a crucial element in my poem, just like it was in "Bookmarked". Thanks :)