someday

the ashes of my mind
drip slowly away.
the soles of my shoes,
made of quicksand.

i'm sinking deeper
with every step
that i take. screaming
for help does no good.
no one can save

a lost cause.
reaching up, i struggle
to grasp something.
anything.
the only thing to brush
my fingers, is a foreign

concept. lost in my mind,
swirling around
with no outlet
in sight.