Quicksand

Standing on unsteady ground

quicksand underfoot, I daren't move around

if I struggle, I'll be pulled down

but if I stay, I'll perish anyway...
I feel the slow tug at my feet

ground slowly trembles underneath
I'm sinking, already ankle deep

this isn’t how I intended to end my days

spending time thinking of escape, in so many ways

You see the quicksand is not the biggest issue
It’s not the main thing pulling my chin to my chest

as I’m eaten alive, digested,
with thoughts I struggle to express

this is all quite a test

and I forgot my pen,
all I have is this blood in my veins

my electricity supply cut off at the mains

Slowly I'm dragged further under
Now knee deep, under sandy covers
I can’t struggle I can’t flee, could use a drink
any movement, causing me to sink
But in mind,
the quicksand is just a stroll on the beach
for happiness is so far out of reach
I'm being devoured by so much more
thoughts that used to whimper, now they roar
shouting down any happy feeling
I want to flee this inner screaming

I'm down to the waist and sinking quicker
what a waste of a life,
a candle on its last dying flicker
as the sand surrounds, I'm worn down
like a sand papered door,
the paint gone now, just a blank canvas
upon which to let paint pour
I feel so anxious
In my bed, I've sat for days,
feels like weeks
of all my problems,
the quicksand is the least

I'm weak, at my final push
I'm in no rush, internally crushed
nothing seems real, there is no hope
no future, in a hole without an escape
I tried to climb but there was no rope
arms are too weak,

the white flag is beginning to drape

This tomb of sand now tightens my chest
as the internal beats slow down in painful protest
If I struggle, I'm going down
If I’m calm, there could be escape
I lay back and think of blue skies
I listen out for the songs heard at sunrise
to my surprise the sandy hands that hold,
loosen their grip, I can start to climb
through the grime and out into the sunlight
shining gold

In my bed the sun shines in on me
It reminds me that the days are not all grey
It dawns on me,
I'm drawn towards a place I can be free
instead of the one that wants me to stay
buried, beneath sand and clay
misery and dismay

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.