Poem -
Quick Sand
Have youÂ
ever felt
as though
you were
sinking
in sand
with nothing
to hold
on to
Awake
sinking
asleep
tormented
with the
realization
you will
eventually
awake
dreams
foiled
reality
pierces
the
oxygen
bag
thatÂ
sustains
hope
faith
a
new beginning
You ever
felt
that
you might
as
well
goÂ
allÂ
in /
then
maybe
finally
it
may
produce
peace
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Comments
Hello Greg...
When it rains here many times you actually sink and when you lift your foot it keeps your shoe...
People call it clay...
Clay?
I say call it what it is...
It's quicksand people...
?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Feathers
Thank You Feathers
There are few fates I can think of that would be more horrible than drowning in quicksand, Greg.
Being tarred and feathered is one.
Being drawn and quartered is another.
Yeah, I've felt just as you've described here more than I care to admit.
Good write...
~Dean
Thank You Dean. I think the anticipation of death is the hardest. Quick sand you know it is coming.
Sure, Greg. You're very welcome.
~Dean