It begins small-
Just one grain
Of granite soul,
A tiny piece
Of thoughtless sand,
Wind eroded.
It breeds itself
Particle with particle.
Seeping into pores,
Filling boots,
Suffocating steps with
Weight that leaves
You feeling ‘motionless.
Sinking deeper,
Pressing heavily
Against the heart,
Stopping beats.
Then blinding eyes
Of absolving light,
It buries you alive-
Like quicksand.