Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

What If I Never Figure It Out

I am under a bridge
it is cold, wet, dank, dark,
there is an ominous feeling
i know i am not alone
whatever is here holds me easily
i try to scream but have no voice
i want to leave but i am transfixed in place
held by something terrifying
not a human or a creature
possibly something inside of myself
something that knows i cannot leave
until i figure it out,
this is a reoccurring dream.
What if I never figure it out?
Am I going to die here?

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Gershon Wolf April 12, 2021 at 5:18 PM Now you can say, just like Martin Luther King Jr., "I have a dream!" lol. :) gw Caren Krutsinger April 13, 2021 at 12:13 AM He is one of my spiritual advisors, so I am so glad to see this comment!

Tom Cunningham April 12, 2021 at 7:01 AM Those dreams leave you well spooked. Tom Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2021 at 1:18 PM This is my big one.

Unseeking Seeker April 12, 2021 at 6:55 AM dreamer the subject, dreamed the object, so who may awake? In waking state, we as object, who is the subject, so who is to awake? :) Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2021 at 1:18 PM I always ponder if we are only alive after we die, same concept.