Quicksand

Dragging eyelids dip low,
but if I close my eyes for
just one moment, I'll fall
asleep.

I struggle to stay awake,
but then find myself in
quicksand, sinking and I'm
stuck.

Nobody there to tell me what
to do, what not to do.
Nobody there to pull me out
or throw me a rope.

It pulls me under, sluggish
movements. It's like a tug
on my ankles, sand gripping
me tightly.

I can feel my heart shuddering,
it's in my throat. I shake and
twist and gasp for air. Nobody
there.

Nobody to help me out,
I'm alone.
Nobody to save me,
I'm weak.