Out of my depth

This is another poem that always spoken to me,

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

 

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

 

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith

Wanting, but knowing that even if it were here, right in front of me, I wouldn’t be able to take it. When something is destroyed, even unintentionally, it is impossible to get it back.

It’s the one mistake I can stop making. I always end up out of my depth. Not waving, but drowning.

 

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