Quicksand Poem by Serena Blackinton

I'm walking along fairly oblivious to the frivolities of life all around me
But suddenly I've found myself thigh-deep in a patch of quicksand
And to struggle means the end of all that I could ever be
So I lie in wait until I can determine a way to escape this catastrophe

I was sitting here contemplating my fate
Wondering if, indeed, it were too late
When there you appeared with your arm extended
Eager to assist me out of this cataclysmic state

I see you there holding out your hand for me to seize
And I hesitate because I know that to acquiesce
Could mean your demise if you buckle at the knees
Or if your body sways further with the emergent breeze

But fighting has sunk me lower into the muck
So I couldn't continue for another minute
And it dawned on me I was running out of luck
My life's not worth living without you in it.