My Siren Poem by Mark Heathcote

I recollect assisting all your delirious needs
your helpless cries on my knees
it was like holding a gaoled butterfly,
a moth fighting to be instantaneously free
but it was all smoke and mirrors
with a reach that went far beyond me.
And once cast aside like a chrysalis shell;
I, who was her accidental saviour,
she'd no further use for me.
Like a ship leaving the harbour, she anchored
just offshore, with bilge water leaking,
slowly, sinking fatal, she turned to me for help
only to further drown me before I finally broke free.