Drowned Again

When you are out of your depth and don't know it!

Drowned Again

You broke my heart, but

I let you do it.

It was all my fault for

allowing myself to

slide gleefully into

the warm waters, without

first checking their depth and

the flow of the current.

And sure enough,

I was soon in difficulty, as

they say, when cramp set in

from treading water for so

long, as I awaited your

devotion; I wanted, needed to live.

I tried hard to stay above the waves but

I was weakened. I tried to attract

the attention of those on

the distant shore but they

saw me ‘waving not drowning’.

And so, exhausted, I slipped

from view, below the calm

glassy surface, my lungs filled

with your liquid lies and my body

weighed down by the stones of

deception you had placed in

my pockets of hope.

02/10/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Fantastic metaphor here. Have to say "pockets of hope" is a brilliant phrase! Hard not to dive in when the water looks so inviting....even if we have swallowed too much water in the past. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Lydi. I think I may have now learnt. A little too late but still!

[Lyn Anderson]

Brilliant, John, just like the boiled frog. But is it really the boiled frog's fault for expecting something more pleasant, or is the fault of the person doing the boiling, or in this case, deceiving/drowning? I think yes, we let ourselves be swept up, but the person with the broom is still cruel for doing it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks 'M'. I have for the first time in my life decided to be cautious before remounting the horse!