I can't stand it anymore
how long must I lie to myself
and believe that I have the power
to change my world for the better
when I am mired in the quicksand
Can I save myself?
Sinking steadily, slowly enough
the danger seemed distant
only now do I see the inevitable end
and fear its approach
I shunned all ropes and offers of help
when I was merely ankle-deep
and naively thought I was still in control
But now I sink, stuck deep within the trap
and know the world to be a more dangerous place
Why, oh why, does wisdom take so long to acquire?
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoetryThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
