Sinking Sand

Since I got back 

I've been running 

endless miles 

across a desert 

of quicksand-

silent and swift

I lift 

one foot 

and 

then the other

trying to keep pace.

I run, I run, I run

in such haste  

afraid of sinking 

into the ground.

I run, I run, I run, 

without a sound

and with the 

desert hound 

on my tail 

waiting 

waiting 

waiting 

for me to trip up

waiting
for me to fail 

so he can claim my body 

for his own

and tear it apart 

piece

by 

piece 

by 

piece.

I run, 

I run,

I run...