June 24th was the day that I died,
Casting the line, to my mother I lied.
Standing at the edge of the dock,
It wasn’t as sturdy as I had thought.

I felt a tug at the end of my line and leapt up,
A fish that was finally mine!
The poor fish was caught and set on the floor,
I giggled and spun, then demanded more.

I didn’t notice the creaking beneath me,
The old dock collapsed, and fell into the sea.
My mouth had opened as if to scream,
But it was too late, I was sleeping never to wake, forever to dream.

If you asked me what it was like to die,
‘”cold,” is all I would reply.

It feels as if your freezing, every part of your body going numb,
Slowly giving up, realizing the struggle is done
All the while you’re awake inside your mind,
Begging to no one ‘I want more time!’