Thursday, February 20, 2014

sorrows in the deep

the last thing I hear
each day is the song of quicksand
as it reshapes the world
and reclaims me
each day I go deeper
wondering why I cannot
merge and follow the stream
as it becomes ocean
flow like quicksand
before it flows like me
I wonder why I feel
so madly deceived
as I sink down alive
buried in victory