I Prepare To Die

David Hopkins

At night,

from time to time...

i see myself flying.

Flying so high that I become afraid of the landing that I might have.

 

Not a landing that i should have 

(something safe and sound)

but a landing inside the unknown.

 

Once I've awakened

and I have my dream state to the appropriate place, 

i often just sit and wonder...,

am i prepared to die?

 

oh hell no, not I..., and why do I fly.., 

and when i fly, why so very high?

 

Why don't I ever recall a landing?

When that is of course my greatest fear...,

or have i found the place called 

Purgatory?

 

Why cant i just land..,

On Earth, just once?

 

I return to this flight in my dreams at night

and all I ever want to do is land,

and I think that I sould just try to remain calm

and while i'm in flight,

try to just enjoy this ride into my fright.

 

I am for sure that I love God and that God loves me,

so i should just be able to enjoy a nice flight...,

right?

Then I recall those Footsteps and

how ugly Gods beauty really is..,

and I have to ask myself,

am i prepared to die?

 

DWHopkins

9/18/2025

  • Author: D.W.Hopkins (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2025 17:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: dreams are always so magical .
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