Quick Sand
Stuck in quick sand
No one around to throw a rope
My feet under me
I'm able to feel the ground
Fighting to get out, it hurts
Fearing to fight for survival
Watching him walk away
Crying like a little girl
My heart screaming after him
Yet, my mouth is closed shut
Unable to make a sound
Chains shakled to my feet
My hands stretched out, zombie
Ready to hold him
My face begins to feel the sand
Sand turning blood red from the fight within
Eyes blood shot
From the salty tears streaming down my face
A battle of the gods
Don't leave, stay
Leave, but leave me whole
Door slams shut
Cloud of dust as he rides off into the sunset...
Copyright © Muchala Chupa | Year Posted 2013
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