The Sandpit

My greatest fear, which scares me so,
Is that beneath the surface I will fall low
I step on solid ground,
Then I sink from the waist down
Fear creeps up my throat,
Up to my torso, then begins to coat

I start to panic,
I cannot help it,
I scream
I pray that there is a rescue team
I continue to sink,
My sanity is at the brink

To stay calm is something that I cannot do well
I fear that this is a story I will not live to tell
My mouth is covered,
My shouts are smothered
I begin to thrash,
I think I will be dead as ash

When my nose is under I begin to flail,
So then I died, the end of this tale

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