Sandtraps

• P Crock, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2015

A pit in the abyss
Sheer sides of sand denying all those still struggling
Hopeless
I slide down into the maw
The inescapable conclusion rushes
forward, further down, falling.
Up there, they look down in disbelief
"Climb up," they shout down, "see the beauty up here"
Kind words distort off the slopes into cruel laughs
In this blackest of holes
No colour, no brakes.
Gaining speed.
Precipice.
Over.
Embalmed in warmth for that fleeting moment.
Mum, I'm here.