Days go by in a blur
No two different from the last
Everything remains the same as I swim past
Why keep me sir?
Surely the awe will fade
Afterall, I am manmade…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
To some I am seen as a catch.
To others I am as pretty as an itchy rash.
Fins glide through the water.
Blues and greens flutter and flash.
Every “breath” feels like my last.
How long will I live?
My stomach longs for more than shrimp.
I have not eaten since you went on Vacay.
Fins rot in the tank.
Glass clouds and water stinks.
Oh how I wish I could go down the sink.
Bags are set down and dust is disturbed.
You look for me, but bone is found.
Was I not good enough to be returned to the ground?
No, water was my intended home.
You flush my remains and I am replaced.
Is that all I was?
An insignificant tank dweller?
I suppose that is the life of a pet store fish.