Quicksand

I can't take it
I'm tired
I'm done

I can't fake it
No more smiles
I'm done

I can't hear you
I don't want to
I'm done

Can't you see I'm falling apart
Can't you see I'm done
Can't you see you've accomplished your goal
Can't you see you've won
Can't you just leave me alone
Can't you hear my screams
Can't you see what your doing
Can't you see what that means

I can't take it
I can't fake it
I can't smile
I can't make it
I can't hold them
They'll break it
I can't control them
They just take it

They curse me to the quick
They beat me till i bleed
They make me feel so sick
It's help I really need

The demons are taking control
They're devouring my soul
They're grabbing at my hand
Dragging me down... like quicksand.

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Region, Country: New York, USA

Comments

RSScheerer

17 years 10 months ago

Lacy

Sometimes we all need a good rant. Your words are powerful and so very, very sad. This piece stirs up painful memories, and I do hope that you're okay. Not going to critique this piece on mechanics or in any traditional form. Too much emotion and far too sensitive. You're in my thoughts. My best, Ronda

cricket

17 years 10 months ago

Quicksand indeed

So very sad .. My prayers and thoughts are with you.. I only wish there was something I could do to help you.. this write evokes many feelings within myself that I am feeling at this time in my life.. and have many times in the past. grabbing at my hand dragging me down like quicksand ,, that is the very feeling .. like your life is being sucked right out of you. A very powerful write poet.. emotional and sad.. I hope your going to be ok.and it is ok to rant you know.. You are stronger than the demons..Stand tall head held high .. Show them who is boss.. You have it in you.. I have felt the passion in your poems I know you have what it takes to win. God Bless, Cricket/BrownEyesBlue

DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

I think I can, I think I can.....

"You CAN do IT!" Come on Lace, I believe in ya! Sincerely, Mark

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Calliope

Most of us get those feelings and this is what makes the poem so good. God, if I had a nickle for every dang time I ranted and raved in words I would be a rich man. I don't know how it works for you, but it always helps me. When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. Hang in there. Rett: It may look easy, when you look at me, But it took years of effort, to become the mess that you see John Fogerty

rider68

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Lacy

They say better out than in,. Well hopefully it has come out, Stick a smile on, and tomorrow will be a better day, Reach for the phone, call someone, go and have a coffee with some-one any-one, Thinking of you, Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Lacy...

Don't apologise for writing something so pure... and by the way... Here's a rope for ya....! Richard

Calliope

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you all

For your support and compassion,it is much appreciated, Lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

orgami

17 years 10 months ago

my painting is done

custom for someone for all my damn faults weaknesses pain and mean ness engrained by childhood emotional barrages I create beauty words that people find turn over like driftwood on a beach like sand held in their fist feeling the grains flow through ringing in sensation like chimes in a light breeze and even when the sun shines one me with its terrible heat I feel a chill I want to drag my feet the orphan the loner Your poems are so full of feelings and emotions rich in texture of the heart and mind I struggle basically as all do i was in the hospital and i take medications and i find in times of want bottled varity of venom to poison myself with I come here this is so different than what I know so different Loved this poem know well the pull the handicaps the hinderances like flying with out wings almost

Calliope

17 years 9 months ago

Yes

Like flying without wings,A great metaphor for those feelings i think we all struggle with,like baby birds before they get the right feathers to fly,falling out the nest,this happened to a baby cardinal in my tree and so terrified it was,I felt so bad for it ,the mother and father swooping around ,but nothing they can do,The feelings are similar ,even if someone wants to help ,sometimes there is nothing they can do,and we are on our own and must survive to the best of our ability,go on with life and pray we can overcome those obstacles put in our paths to lead us astray,but we must be diligent and stick to the trail we carve for ourselves ,for we are the carvers and and only we can clear our way Thank you,O,I'm glad you liked my poem,it is nice to know your not alone in the world,or the only one that feels these things,and my friends here at neopoet have been great,and I appreciate you all for your comments and criticism,I have found my poetry has developed since i have been here and after a breif moment of thinking about leaving ,I have changed my mind,I would miss you all too much So your all stuck with me,lol,a thorn in all your sides, Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.