Poetry

Quicksand

written by: OurSacredHonor

I'm a mad man
In the quicksand
Of an hour glass countin down time

I'm a bad man
In the promise land
Of America for all my life





A scar torn body, full of bruises and blisters
Lookin like a mobile home hit by a twister
Another failed attempt to get out of this rut
Blood spilt, tears cried, and for what?

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