Life In a Fish Bowl

I am stuck in this zombie’s land Where bubbles squirt out of plastic ships Depressed fish swirling around themselves Opening their mouths so they can breathe I am stuck in this void grave yard Where the pink sea shell opens his big mouth To show off his fake glittery pearl When he sticks out his dark tongue I am stuck in repeating waves Two cubit by five, to be precise Where suicidal fish, hitting their heads to the eternal glass walls Where colored pebbles keep watching till we die I am stuck in this sunless sea Where the lamp is on day and night The master brings us dried flakes We feast on what he thinks is nourishing pile He too is stuck in a heartless world Where imprisoning colorful fish is fun Where he has lost hope to keep human touch To put his heart out, and get it back in one part I ponder if my master has died since long! Rahy Dec 02, 2015 Written for "FANTASY FISH IN A FANTASY OCEAN - Poetry Contest"