JUST LIKE BEING IN QUICKSAND
Just like being in quicksand,
You keep struggling to get free from bondage,
The extent of your strength doesn't meet up with your demand,
You keep suffocating in what looks like an unforgiving carnage.
Just like being in quicksand,
Nothing seems to work in your favor,
You're stuck in one place with nothing outrightly at hand,
Nothing seems to match the expectations of your hard labor.
Just like being in quicksand,
You have no one to hold on to,
Everyone seems to have left you alone to make a stand,
No one cares to know whatever you might want to be up to.
Just like being in quicksand,
The efforts you make becomes so fruitless,
All you tend to see on your way down are nothing but lumps of sand,
The essence of your dreams crashes and become totally useless.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoesíaBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
