This poem is about death. The ironic thing is that I wrote this during Pre-calculus. Go figure. Please r&r

A presence is felt and goose bumps rise

Felt on my body, all.

Colors and voices swirl around me

Like a warm wind in the fall.

My hands won't stop shaking

I feel the earth quaking

As I reach out to take his hand.

He leads me toward winter

And my heart beats quicker

As I know that I must leave it all.

But who is to tell me

I must leave this place,

When I feel like he's letting go.

I pull back my hand

And he glances my way

And then I realize he knows.

So I take his hand

And follow him now

Because he understands my plight

For I know now

That whatever this is

It's something I cannot fight.

So I say my goodbyes

To the night and the sky

And hello to the hand of death.

I look in his eyes

And I see a new world

Perhaps not so bad is this death.

PLEASE R&R AND BE HONEST!