Goldfish
A wail echoed in the lonely corridor.
A cry bounced off the wooden floor.
But I paid no attention, and placed a pellet in
A silver glass bowl, next to the trash bin.
Two eyes stared at me, stared into my soul,
Belonging to fish, a goldfish in a bowl.
"Aren't you without worry, without pain, without sorrow.
You don't fear the night, you don't fear tomorrow."
I gazed longingly at golden, bright scales
As if it could hear my complaints and my ails.
And maybe I just couldn't help but wish
That I was that little, tiny
Goldfish.
-can i be carefree like you?
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midnight thoughts | a book of poetry
PoetryIt's when the clock strikes midnight and the world is covered in darkness That my mind decides to stay awake.
