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
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