ANTOINETTE

 

Quicksand

Waiting for the ground
To swallow me up
Where else can I go
What else can I do
Bout after bout
Has sapped my strength
Knocking out the wind
Too many questions
Not enough answers
And all the while
The quicksand
Of depression
Pull me deeper in
No stick in sight
To pull me out

     



Antoinette

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