Being Taken In Sleep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

On a collision course with death as it looms right
before me.

Traveling at the speed of light, not veering from
this course, because it's now my fate.

Nothing will change it, not really minding, looking
forward to being taken in my sleep.

Never again awakening to this hell they call earth,
lots of memories having been made.

Some sprinkled with joy and love, but most of them
filled with suffering and misery.

When done here on earth, I will not miss the life
I have lived, just those who have made a difference
in it.