Notes About The Poem
"You need a fire against the cold....
You and me goin' fishin' in the dark...
And it don't matter if we sit forever
And the fish don't bite"
Fishin’ In The Dark by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Glug glug glum
I swim in sorrow, deep and wide,
Against a tide that won’t let me hide.
Each thought is bleak, each stroke is weak,
My breath is weak, I cannot speak.
If I stop to think, I start to sink.
My eyes glue shut if I blink.
I'm slunk in a glum, glug slug of gunk.
Stuck in the oooze of blues, I'm sunk.
My arms grow weary, my eyes are teary.
My fate is bleary, dreary, weary.
For grief is a sea, land-locked in self pity,
In which we wallow, until we swallow, nitty-gritty.
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