sand

Quicksand

and I can't move fast enough

Slowly, dragging my feet through

heavy thoughts and idle dreams

forget it

the trees above whisper

as they cackle with their shaking leaves

Sin

king

and the sand is filling my mouth

Let me speak but all I find is gritty

debris from my own head that

poured out when I screamed and

now I can't find the strength to

wade through

so all I can do

is

s

i

n

k

as I let the sand cover my eyes

surrounded by weathered desires

and denied ambitions

crushed and turned to this

dusty sand

that covers my head

and buries my bones