The rope tugs on me
As if I’m hooked onto
Some fisherman’s 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,
I’m always trying
To swim against the tides,
Always seeking people
To save
Who can’t be saved,
Leaving me to dangle
From the end of the line
Like food for fish.
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