QuicksandA Poem by Sam Hartywith each word I say to you I feel myself being taken down by the undertow below the boggy mire as I struggled to say just the right thing I find myself sinking trapped knowing inevitably I'm helpless as each word provides more of a struggle into the quicksand of our broken love ©SamHarty © 2024 Sam Harty |
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Sam HartyNew Orleans, LAAboutPoet since age 7. I love words. You would think as many times as words have wounded me I would hate them but really I respect how words can be a blanket or a sword. more..Writing
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