Dare, Double Dare, Dead. Poem by Dyllan Martin

There's a thing my parents always say,
'If they jumped off a cliff would you? '
My reply always a no,
Til the day they dared me,
Double dared me,
I couldn't back down,

It's like playing Russian roulette,
That bullet may have your name on it,
And when your time comes,
You see who the real soldiers are,
The fearless die first,
And so when the pencil points me out,
I cringe,
'Dare'

I swam out into the icy depths of the pool,
Cold and alone,
My friends kept time from the side line,
Safely watching,
Waiting,
Whoever knew I wouldn't see them again,

'Go' they yelled,
I ducked,
And waited,
Still waited,
In the deep end,
Where I gave up and tried to swim,
But forgot,
And splashed,
Yet sank,

A watery grave,
But no one helped,
Or said a word,
Silence was painful,
And the hardest part was,
Mum was right.