Sinking Sand | By: Sandi Banksi | | Category: Short Story - Death Bookmark and Share

Sinking Sand

I'm Drowning in sinking sand.

No one will give me a helping hand.

I'm not where I want to be.

But,it's to late.I've sealed my fate,you see.

And so,now I shall miss the light of day,

But,what can I do?Death's had it's say.

So, when I'm gone please do not grieve,

I'm in your heart, this you must believe.

So,please do not cry,"She was to young."

Remember this death waits for no one.

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