Sinking sand, a place where we once had been.
suffocating, the wind weighing thin
Fighting our way out, out one step at a time , it
cuffs us like a criminal who's committed a crime.
some of give in, ashamed , falling victim to our sins.
not thinking twice knowing that we will never win.
So it begins, the cry, there is our stretched out hand,
left in the open, of oblivion that someone will be there to amend to our brokenness, our
guilt, and see if we will survive.
we don't realize the dependence of them is what keeping us from staying alive.
Sinking sand,
our life at hand
As we reach the end
the fight we must transcend
Quicksand
caught our throats choked us as it pulled us down
silent screams, our tears, our smiles once turned to frowns.
Is this how it end?
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PuisiWe all live with shame, sadness and fear. We have shed some tears that break us once a year. This book will lend a ear, to a broken heart that's near. In this book you have my heart, so fragile so big you'll see a part the hurt I've managed to kee...
