My Quicksand

The Quicksand that I created.

Quicksand surrounds my soul,
Makes it so I cannot control,
The emotions that are buried within,
A place that none have ever been,

Is there a life line that I can take?
Is there no way I cannot break
The hold of quicksand around my soul,
So that I can once again regain control?

I am dragged further down into the quicksand,
I try to reach up and hope to find a helping hand
That will grab me and pull me out,
But can anyone see me? I do doubt.

For this quicksand in which I am trapped,
Makes all light become sapped,
They cannot see the torment inside,
So now I use the quicksand to try and hide,

But I sink deeper through,
My breath is choked from all the goo,
So I try to swim above to get some air,
But I sink deeper to my despair,

The intense struggle saps my will,
And so my body now lays still,
Now hopeless to forever be,
Trapped in the quicksand of my misery.