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Quality Quicksand (RB)

a poem

By Robbie BalePublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Quality Quicksand (RB)
Photo by Jeremy Bezanger on Unsplash

Johnny was in the woods

Didn’t know where he was

Just trying to get home

He thought it was shorter

To take a different route

But Johnny found himself lost

As he trekked on through

He noticed something was wrong

The ground kept getting softer

This was strange to him

Pretty soon, footsteps got deeper

Then, next thing you know

He was stuck in place

Johnny was trapped in quicksand

He was thinking, scared stupid

Couldn’t get a quality called

No one to help him

Taking his very last breath

Reminiscing on his short life

Quickly sinking into endless oblivion

surreal poetry
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