Quicksand

I get lost sometimes
forget where I’m going
or where I came from
I can only think in circles
black and big ones
bouncing against each other
treating my head as a playground for adults
exchanging jokes for insults
a journey for results

You have to do better
we have to keep going
I tell myself as I try to move
through the sea of bouncy balls
but the darkness is too heavy
as I feel the quicksand getting me
can someone take my hand

please

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