Quicksand

by EBBIE - Leo

We are quietly slipping away,
farther away from 
the 'real' things, 
the 'fake' things?.
Feet melting with snow
on the ground.
Darkened with earth.
Made ordinary.
This stuff.
This sacred stuff.

  -Ebele Jane Efobi

Reason for writing:

    I wrote this poem when I was disgusted of the ways we as human beings abuse our natural surroundings and ourselves in what we call 'life'.    

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 1999-07-13 11:39:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:14
Poem ID: 52894

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