Poem: Short Go

Heart is pacing to know end.

Not knowing what the truth holds.

The waves of now thunder dripping on the arms.

You hold the left arm, and now my not the right one is numb.

Is this it?

Is this the way I must go?

I think I have done it all.

There is nothing more to see.

I am ready to let it be.

I hope not, but deep down I hope so.