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?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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