Quicksand

If you’ve ever considered
sinking in quicksand
please withstand from
such disruptive plans
 
The rest of us,
we’ll congregate
a crisis rescue,
a responsible
debate
 
A branch might break,
we have no ladder.
There is a rope
for urgent matters.
Could this be vital?
Please!  
Give us space  

we’re hurt, we need to
meditate
 
At some point we will
hear you scream,
demand you stop
so we can think
 
Call nine-one-one  
when others crowd
stress-freeze has
us tired out
You, of all
should understand
 
it’s been nine hours
feels more like ten
 
How dare you,  
no one else has died!
They pull you out
with our supplies;
thank god for you
we had that rope..
 
we’re mad, but we
let them have our rope
 
for you
 
we say goodbye
with family
quietly, respectfully
obviously seek therapy,  
we’ll be okay,
be hailed as heroes,
have fundraisers,  
go-fund-me pages
we’ll soon be free  
from fearing dangers
forgive you slowly,  
grieve in stages.
 
 
Just don’t fall in
we thought you knew
you should care more
but that’s on you.