There is a dock,
Below my feet,
I feel the shock,
The excitement released,
Four people stand above me,
But I'm not sure who they are,
I'm not sure I care,
Until I stray too far,
Life is perfect,
Nothing in my way,
That's why I'm shocked,
When it's taken away.
I run to the water,
Unaware of the harm,
To look in the ocean,
Without alarm,
I see something beneath,
Something interesting to me,
I reach under the surface,
Before I can flee,
It all happens quickly,
And without another thought,
All I can do is hear,
The muffled scream in the dark.
I lose it all,
All my hope,
All my faith,
In something more,
I'm scared,
I'm alone,
With nothing to grasp tight,
And then I awake,
I'm shaking in fear,
I can barely breathe,
I have never felt these things,
Then suddenly something comes over me,
Something stupid,
But whatever the cause,
What if I loose it all?
What if I die and no one remembers?
What if I die and there is no impact on anything or anyone?
What if my body keeps on living, but my soul is gone?
I shake my head,
Scared of myself,
And these thoughts I bring,
I'm not sure why,
I turn on the light,
And attempt to breath
To drive away these fears,
That are choking me.
I fear death,
To face mortality,
All I want is comfort,
But there is nothing for me,
Everyone feels this dread,
Everyone feels this doubt,
So what am I to cling to?
I ask my mother,
She can't be sure,
Says all is fine,
I ask my grandmother,
And she simply says life,
I ask my father,
And he grasps his cross,
So the next time,
I sit alone in the dark,
Scared to death,
That I'm going to die,
I'll tell myself lies.
Author notes
I went through a rough phase starting when I was in third grade until about sixth grade. I began contemplating the meaning of life and the afterlife. I developed an overpowering fear of mortality that began to corrupt me. I was extremely depressed, but I finally conquered it and I just felt the sudden need to write a short poem about the dream that started it all.
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OMG I love this!!! XD
It's really well-written, and you really capture the sheer horror of the dream / sentiments...
"I ask my father,
And he grasps his cross,"
Loved those two lines, seemed like they really drove home that feeling of being so alone...wanting comfort...turning to someone you trust, but they can't understand you / give you the solace you need / etc. Yah I've been there too...
~QoA
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Holy crap Hads, This was OUTSTANDING! This was excellent! I loved the rhyming and everything. The ocean reference stuck through the whole poem for me (maybe just because I love the sea) but it gave it a calming effect. This poem makes me think of the movie Thirteen (which you have yet failed to see. ). If you do ever see it, you'll understand what I mean.. But other than that, AWESOME JOB! (Just note one small error I'm shaking in fear, I can barely breath, I have never felt these things, Then suddenly something comes over me, its breathe I think.... )
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Danke! I fixed the stupid spelling error. Hey even people as amazing as me make mistakes. Don't look shocked!
Yes I know, I should see 13. 
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