In The Mud
The mud is thick and dense,
Dark as nights, deep as a river
I’m in it losing my sense,
Bracing me tight, taking me deeper
My arms waving
Struggle to reach a closest branch,
Waiting helping hand(s)
With every last breath in my lungs
The sun is setting
Night is falling
Wish my help is coming
Before hope starts fading
it’s happy to be you. have a smart brain and so charm.
Amoza said this on March 1, 2008 at 2:41 am