help me

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i've found myself
sinking in a ocean of quicksand,
falling down under,
stuck deep in the middle of nowhere
with my surroundings empty of company.

and i'm terrified to try to escape
its wretched hold on me
because it whispers in my ear
with a hint of malevolence
intertwined with its voice
that hisses behind a wicked smile
that with any attempt to resolve this,
i risk worsening the situation
and be pulled down under faster
than i fell for you
with no chance of ever getting out.
with that,
any pinch of confidence or courage
has been crushed and
remnants are thrown into the rising towers of
worry and fear.

so,
i wait here
with the quicksand
that has a tight grasp around my throat,
hoping that maybe you'll come and save me.

but i don't think
you'll ever notice
i'm in need of any
help.

but i'll still wait
until i'm completely swallowed
and have fallen victim
to my own mind.

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