By Camouflage
Date: 2002 Apr 27
Comment on this Work
[[2002.04.27.22.48.2515]]

QuickSand

I ran too quickly
never looking down
with steps too carefree
and soon I found

that I was sinking
that suction sound
the foul of quicksand
the fool of clown

the more I pulled
to free my leg
the deeper I sank
into the keg

of love's despair
that drowns the soul
with pools of tears
that take their toll

how far i'll sink
into this mire
where others lapsed
with their desire

then shall i grasp
your heart so free
to pull you in
to sink with me