Indignation or Imagination?

[Missingno.7-4468]

Now, this is just a little poem I wrote a while back. It was originally a shaped poem, with no rhyme or meter, but that shape was impossible to get typed(I tried). Anyway, I hope you like it.
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I stand alone here in the sand,
Midnight waves calm my mind.
The highest tide takes my hand,
Stress and worries I leave behind.

Without moving I am in the sea,
While waves quicken their pace,
I see a thing that puts terror in me,
And I swim away from this place.

A swirling mass,
It churns and spins,
Oh, alas,
And sucks me in.

As I get closer, I think of times
When things were bad,
And I remember the lies
That all made me sad.

And I remember also,
The good times as well,
When everything would glow,
And things seemed so swell.

And as I am drawn closer,
I stop, the flowing ceased.
And so I swim back to shore,
As I head due east.

But before I reach the beach,
Again I am standing in sand.
Explaining this with my speech
Would make it hard to understand.

Was this experience real,
Being an indignation?
Or was it something surreal
From my imagination?
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Comments and constructive criticism welcomed.

 

[TJgamer]

Fabulous work you wrote here.
A couple verses were a little tricky to read in a smooth pace, no big problem.
The rhyming is pretty well thought up. And a decent concept too.
Keep at it, and your poetry could be works of brilliance.

 

[Sweet Jasmine]

I agree with the person above me~ : 3

I enjoyed a lot from your poem, and your improving well! : D

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Thanks. Yeah, I know the meter was off a little. It would have probably been better if this was the original poem, but it's a conversion of a shaped poem I wrote for English class... So yeah...

 

[Sweet Jasmine]

I see. : )

I'm looking forward for the poems that you'll write. : D