A Poem by Tamika

I’m swimming in an ocean,

But the water is quicksand.

I thought I came prepared,

I thought I could swim.

But I’m sinking in this sand,

And choking on the air. 


How was I so fooled?

I know the colour of water,

I know the colour of sand.

How was the brown blue in my eyes?

Now I can’t even stand. 


I need a rope, or a hand to hold.

I need to be dragged out, before I become cold.

But the rope is a fraying piece of string,

And my heart is beginning to sting.


I now know you must move slowly,

And backward if you must.

Don’t get stuck in quicksand, it is like unrequited lust. 




© 2019 Tamika

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This is something I can deeply relate to. Especially, "Don't get stuck in quicksand, it is like unrequited lust." I know what it feels like to want someone to rescue you, though, sometimes they may be the one who caused you the pain in the first place. Beautiful writing.

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Added on July 20, 2019
Last Updated on July 20, 2019
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