Quicksand

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As I feel myself consumed
by insanity
I grasp repeatedly
 for 
impossible reality.
I sink in quicksand,
a hungry suction
drags me down.
I flail,
helpless in never-ending
delusion.

There is no danger
no quicksand
yet
this mindset
consumes me,
its energy,
intoxicating,
exhausting 
hypnosis.

Twisted nostalgia skips
across scratched memory
seen, felt, heard,
and as a puppet
I re-enact it all
over and over
until spring
thaw when
lucidity awakes
 and speaks:
"stand step back
stand step back
look listen hold on."

                                                       ©2017 Ontheland

 

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