2006-03-27 - 3:10 p.m.
It's cold here,
standing on the shore,
watching someone drown.
Watching many someones drown.
Helpless-
i look on.
silent observer of their slow descent,
or not so slow
or rather sudden, really.
i feel as if a ball of led has been grafted to my ribcage,
weighing me down,
slowing every movement
'till all i can do is stare
in horror,
appalled by my own inaction,
trapped by honest, optimistic, self-denial.
