Friday, August 9, 2019

quicksand


wake up in the morning
brush your teeth
take your meds
drag a plastic comb
across the few hairs on your head
drink your cup of coffee
face the day with dread
think that there's something else
that you should do instead

          I am drowning
          here on dry land
          I am sinking
          into quicksand

morning bells are ringing
pounding out the time
with metal gears and motion
sounding of the chimes
I see the day around me
I pay it no never-mind
whatever happens to me
is from someone else's design

          I am drowning
          here on dry land
          I am sinking
          into quicksand


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