Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Sink
With Quicksand all around me, I sink slowly, And so sink the people around me, I wave my hand in fury, lest a hand from heaven save me, No trees around, not even grass, nothing to grab hold of, I sink slowly. With the advent of rain - the slightest hope goes faint, The more I struggle, the more I sink, I give up all hope, close my eyes, wait for death to come, And I sink slowly. - Aravindh
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