Fishbowl
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Confined within this little bowl
Sadness invades my feeble soul
As in dire straits myself I find
To cruel fate I am resigned.
Deprived of freedom, short of air
Caught in a maelstrom of despair
Restricted space that leads to stress
I struggle hard without success.
Beyond the glass to public view
The scrutinizers have no clue
Of what I’m really going through
And with disdain they turn the screw.
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A Gif Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Visual #3
Placed 1st
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2020
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