Quicksand

Caught…

Distraught…

A

Single

Thought…

Why?

Brain fried.

Love denied.

Stripped of pride.

Awestruck.

Cement Stuck.

Out of luck.

Stranded.

Branded.

Where have I landed?

Fuck the plight,

And this eternal night.

I won’t go down,

Without a fight.

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