I dream of when the end will come,

When I shall be free.

I wait with slim patience

For it to take me.

I long to go,

To flea,

Not wanting my history.

My memory converted,

Shifting the light,

Until I look hollow.

I long to leave,

To follow

All the loved ones lost.

When will it seize me,

As it did countless others-

The little children,

The mothers,

The fathers?

To stop the weeping,

I long,

To merely begin reaping.

To take what belongs,

And let the world go on.

So, what do you think? Please review-even if it's to tell me it's crap, I don't mind. And it's okay if it's anonymous.