Quicksand

Fight

It’s all you can do

It’s instinct now

One foot in front of the other

You march

Bone tired

One weary foot, then the next

Uphill

Mountainous, treacherous

To nowhere

That’s how it seems

Still, you trudge

Heavy of heart but clear of mind

Careful, reasoned movements

To salvation vaguely promised

Never fully described

Every step closer

To the miracle

Relief

When finally,

Feet firmly planted

Ready to lay down your burden

You discover

It was only a mirage

The climb was a struggle

Because it was a lie

Quicksand

It is nothing more

Than

The End

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