helpless
directionless wishing for a current this sinister undertow me floating on my buoy watching the drowners swim fruitlessly and chaotically let them claim some foothold I have my bearings I can feel the gap between us yawn wider me at the pier and you in the depths Your cries are far flung I can tell you that you're heard but I can do nothing but watch you fall My feet on steady shifts of sand and nothing below you but darkness I feel guilty and fearful and guilty at feeling fearful, for what else can I do when I'm here on a safe dock and you drown miles from me?