Man on The Rock

Inspired meanwhile picture writing in English class. There was a drawing of a man on a rock in the middle of the ocean

Old man I am, almost out of time, almost still alive.
Lonely man I am, as I sit here and ponder.
Poor man I am, in fear and lost. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know how to leave. I am stuck, I am trapped, I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know how to leave. If I sit on this rock and wonder, wonder what I could’ve been if I took another route. I sit on this rock and weep, life could’ve been different, is all I can think. I sit on this rock and watch the waves collide. “Oh how magnificent you are but how scary you also are. Why must you try to swallow me in one. You and my thoughts fight to take over me.” I stand on this rock, I stand and stand until I realize I am stuck. “ oh poor me, poor me, what do I do?” The waves will swallow me in one but if I stay sitting here on this rock my thoughts will eat me up alive. I don’t know if I’m dreaming, I hope I am. I don’t know how I got here but I also don’t know how to leave. I am a man on a rock with nowhere to go and no hope to keep living.

Author's Note

Wrote this after class, I am satisfied with this piece of writing I was able to create. Please feel free to say anything about it, this was my first writing and I enjoyed it.