You're drowning,
But I know.
I can see it,
From where I stand
On the shore,
Not knowing what to do.
Should I call out?
Reach out my hand?
"You're drowning!" should I scream?
Or wait for you to call to me?
For you to flail and wave your arms
While I stand idly by?
Do I even know how to swim?
How to retrieve you
From the briny depths?
How to breathe life into
This pale dead shell you've become?
Or must I seek another?
One wiser in these things,
Who knows all things about the sea,
And how to save you
From the darkness of the depths..
You're drowning, my friend,
And you don't seem to know it.