Euphoric Fish
In the waters of my life I heard
the voices of euphoric fish, but
where am I now?
A shield has broken;
the shell of my dreams is a levelling,
bringing me here to this world,
feared, dreaded so often.
So where are those who remind me
of a brand of sanity?
Why do I wait in this place so long
to see your very normal faces?
Why do we favoured companions
rarely meet, greet, like euphoric fish?
Yes, this trio of old, old friends.
(June 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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