Stuck!

Stuck.
as in quicksand
slowly, slowly,
sinking in.

No one around to help.
Last words can't
get out, no matter
how hard I try.

Sinking
Sinking
Sinking
further
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
into the ground.
Wait! I see the light
bright, shining sun
not the end of the tunnel.

My hero.
come to rescue me
from this slow torture
this being,
this LIFE!