Rain falls in rhythm, Strikes follow the thunder, Are they who they say they are? The mind makes one wonder, thoughts fading, Emotional quicksand, Thinking while sinking, Eyes blinking, No vision, ” Help me!” Out of this misery, The rain worsens, Never thought bind sight would be the death of me, Heart mended, Hands extended, If noone helps should we be offended? After all we blended? Here's my apology letter couldn't send it, Maybe tomorrow, How can quicksand be the same as drowning in our own Sorrow? By the way, do you have any tissue that I can borrow?? DMK 3/24/13