Walking on Quicksand
by Nomar Knight
I'm walking on
quicksand
I'll never
understand
Why dry spells come
Keeping stories
undone
Deeper in quicksand
With pen in hand
Blank pages my foe
I just don't know
Need to break out
Not scream and shout
Change the routine
Instead of being
mean
Quicksand pulls me
deeper
Can sense the grim
reaper
With scythe in hand
Words so bland
Kill me please
No need to tease
Fuzzy images appear
So close not clear
Must rise from
within
Explore my own sin
Use the topic's flow
Watch the story grow
Good-bye quicksand
Had to take a stand
No more horror
unsaid
Meet the walking
dead
©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills poetic presentation.
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