QUICK SAND

 

Trying to stand up

Even when you’ve had enough

And oh, that sinking feeling

Stemming from times

That have been quite rough

And many can relate

And can understand

The very moment when

You are in quick sand

Stuck and can’t leave the area

This causes panic and hysteria

When a little freedom

And a little movement

Just came and went

Sinking down when you need

Some hardened cement

Down to the waist

And time to make haste

Reaching for anything

That can help your case

So that getting out can take place

No choice here

As you’re riddled with fear

But must persevere

So, you can get to firm land

And lay a stable board over

The quick sand

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Where writing comes alive

Writings By MCM

 

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