Quicksand

I’m slowly sinking.
I’m going in too deep.
The harder I struggle,
the faster I fall.
It’s hard to breathe,
and I can’t think straight.
I see no exit
over the troubles pulling me down.
My only light,
the sun beating down.
It offers no help
not any that can be found.
So I struggle.
I fight to be free.
But a world of troubles
is still holding tight onto me.

Prompt: Quicksand

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