NaPoWriMo #3 - Scared Yet?

The prompt for the 3rd poem was to write about something that scared or unnerved us.

Time

I'm caught in a riptide:

I cannot swim against it.

It cannot be fought.

It drags me

further from child-like certainty,

further from the shore,

going ever faster,

blurring into the future.

I can only tumble,

uncertain,

into the unknown.