Fish food

 

The rope tugs on me

As if Iím hooked onto

Some fishermanís line

When all I wanted to do

Was saving a friend

From drowning

Nearly getting sucked in

Weighed down

by the detritus

of my own life,

those flaws that always

make me vulnerable

to moments like this,

Iím always trying

To swim against the tides,

Always seeking people

To save

Who canít be saved,

Leaving me to dangle

From the end of the line

Like food for fish.


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