Dreaming of Death

Stepping onto the old wooden steps,

I feel as though I have seen this place before.

Where have I been for the past several years?

I have to keep moving.

 

Stepping onto the old wooden boat,

I feel as though I have been at this place before.

Where have I smelled this before?

I start to paddle.

 

Paddling deeper into the ocean,

I feel as though these waves are too familiar.

Where have I felt their push before?

I look ahead, and start to take out my fishing pole.

 

I realize my actions,

They have all happened before.

I have seen this image a thousand times in my dreams.

I have felt the stillness of the pole while I waited for my dinner to show.

I always woke up after this part.

 

Woke up in the middle of nowhere,

Woke up to the chaotic life of mine,

Woke up to the daily work load of mine,

Woke up to the unfulfilled dreams of mine.

 

But today I finally slept long enough to watch the first catch of my life.

I finally felt the rush of a flapping creature pulling my fishing pole.

 

It’s gasping for air,

I mean water.

I can’t breathe.

What did I just do?

I can’t breathe!

 

It’s wide eyes are staring right at mine.

It’s lips are open and it’s still flopping around.

I can’t breathe!

I mean,

The fish!

It can’t breathe!

 

My hands,

Violently shaking in fear.

I let it go.

It falls in and swims away.

I jump into the ocean with it.

 

But I can’t swim.

I am not even trying to move.

I sink down.

 

And I just keep sinking.

 

I can feel the pressure of the heavy water pushing me down,

Deeper and deeper.

 

I can’t breathe,

My vision is slowly fading,

I can feel the intensity of the saltwater fill my lungs.

 

I wake up now.

Wanting to sink to the bottom of the ocean once again.

 

 

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