The Shallow Dive
The water looked deep
so
I dived on in
However my feet could
not
Touch the bottom
In over my head I
reached
For the surface
Only to discover floating discarded
shards
Of needles and bottles
I struggled alone with you for
help
shoveling up the pieces
piling high in the corner
like
a pile of discarded clothes
Once worn through were signs of a
struggle
that fought to get free of you
The choir of friends that sang of your
downfall
were too loud to hear your battle
There is no more color to add to the
pallor
Which has none to share
What were friends are no
longer
On a path of shared despair
Take the cup and fill it to
half
the pool that appeared shallow is now
full
in knowing that we are through
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