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Quagmire
Help me, I am sinking,
down, down.
Help me, I am sliding,
no grip I have found.
To think I once cherished,
worshiped and adored,
solid ground.
I'm up to my ass,
in morass,
with no one to ask,
but myself.
I'm underwater my friend,
and will not bend,
like a reed,
in the swamp of success.
Get me up,
and get me out of here!
Before I disappear,
in the face of my fear.
Sucked down a hole,
as black as my goal,
to an endless universe.
So heed this verse,
or the underworld's curse,
will have you sinking too...
into the quagmire of your desire.
Copyright 2011 © Ronald W. Hull
10/11/11
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Regis
Anna
Blessings,
Christine