Oil and Quicksand. A poem.

My dreams are oil and quicksand
Darkest thoughts, you understand
A heady brew, an unlikely mix
Brought to life, a concrete fix

Dragging me down where dead men float
Tarred and feathered in the undertow
Set me alight in fire and flame
All the better consumed by pain

Oil and quicksand in my head
Hope sunk deep, my feet in lead
Throw me a rope that I’ll ignore
Through neglect, self-pity, forevermore

Let me be forsaken and forgot
Let my head go under, into the bog
Disappear in peat without a trace
Oil and quicksand, my resting place