Quicksand
Where do all those still, lifeless moments hide
In a dark quicksand of nothing
Untouchable
Yet they force me to the present
And I must open my eyes
Pupils with hidden places inside
Never latch the daylight
The padlocks and keys
To my memory box
That dead half-light
Where no one recalls
How I came to be this way
In this unspeaking coffin
Of memories
I cannot even scream
But lay burial brooding
Bitter, repentant, in an endless darkness
Of some other persons defilement
And I am ever seeking forgiveness
What did they do to me
What did they make me do
Where do all those stabbed, lifeless moments
Disappear to
In a dark quicksand
Of nothing
Untouchable
Only to emerge in their insanities bubble
When a life time of cloak and dagger
Is revealed
The drunken mad man
Steps from the shadows with a scythe of truth
To lynch every pretence and innocence
And reek his havoc
Madness then, till he rages in pain
The woe betide screams
And uncontrollable rents the air around him
For a lifetime of breaking
And ending
For a life time silently screaming into the quicksand
Till he falls, buckled by misunderstanding
And the understanding of tears
In the agony swims
And
And
Welcome back to the burial mound
Where do all those still, lifeless moments hide
In a dark quicksand of nothing
Untouchable
In a dark quicksand
Of nothing
Untouchable
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Submission Name: Quicksand
