Bogged Down Poem by Ryano ; ,

I balance thoughts
With a head heavier than legs
Walking through a bog
Where every trudge
Through the sludge
Is a careful slog

I try not tread on water
Try not lose my feet
Leaping for solid ground
To avoid the world beneath

Sitting on it for too long
Sinks you into a brown bubble
Unable to tell apart
Valleys & puddles

Is this better of a place
To be hard & cut yet on brink of brittle
Or soft & sunk right through the middle?
Either way, I'm still a sod

You feel the escape of your blood
But nobody feels the warmth
Or sees its richness through the mud
What would you be praised for?
What you wear & people see
Will never look as good
Or the same again
Sadly all you did to them
Was jump rabbit holes &
Bear the shit in which you stood