Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Walking on Quicksand by Nomar Knight

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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