Quicksand

• Stephanie Reed, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

Sinking slowly into the morass,
I desperately attempt to struggle free,
Free of my shambolic life but alas;
I am anchored like an ancient tree.
In this place I am forsaken,
Left with hollow thoughts and lies,
For all my sanity is but taken,
No fluffy dreams left in my skies.
The memories will not relent,
Drawing me deeper into the mire,
But all my energy has been spent;
Screaming, crying, my lungs afire.
I feel the malice, hurt and hate,
Bubbling into my heaving chest,
I am resigned to this fate;
Escaping to eternal rest.