Near Death In the Woods. (Not My Best Work)

The darkness washes over me, as I close my eyes. I pray that death comes quickly, Her icy grasp is no surprise. I wonder which world is ahead of me, And if I will be alone. I wish I hadn't come here, that I had just gone home. I wait a few more moments, then open one eye, to see that the man who was to kill me, has began to cry. His sorrow I do not question, for I am to far gone. Now I hide in the trees, to catch my breath as I move on. Hoping that I'm not followed, I reach the side walk's edge, never have I been so happy, to see the neighbor's hedge. I sneak back through my window, when I have reached my home, Vowing that in the forest, I never again shall roam.