Quicksand

Quicksand

Ground can be tricky—and
we know we’re in deep trouble
when our feet like to stand in

quicksand

Never did I stop to think the struggle
accelerates and ensures the lethal sink 
I began to see each part of me
disappearing

Took a look around—one last time
Let memories invade

Certain I was the upcoming remains
underground

The darkness had won!
Curtains of clouds put out the sun
Another sucker couldn’t withstand
quicksand


Z

 

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Veil of Leaves

Veil of Leaves

Behind the veil 
Of leaves
The sunlight is peeking
Through
Away from the hustle 
And bustle,
The day that awaits:
A swaying of branches
Rattling and shaking
The leaves
Not ready to leave,
I take another look
At bits of white clouds
And the blue sky
Up, behind— 
On the other side—
Of a veil I need


Z