my heart
musings and confusings
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
quicksand
forest is dark, there is no more light,
where are my feet. will i be alright?
the underbrush will not let me go,
i am being dragged under, so far below.
i reach up grabbing for whatever there be,
and there you stand, will you set me free?
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