slow sand

it's not quick
this sand. this day
you choose to live in.
quite the opposite.
it's slow and deliberate,
letting you slide
almost pleasantly down.
it takes your feet,
before you know it
your knees and legs
are gone. each day
you slip down
a little deeper,
each breath gets a little
harder to take as your
lungs get pressed,
your heart squeezed
tight within your chest,
but you can't get out.
the world as it is,
offers no helping hand.