Get Your Premium Membership

The Goldfish Bowl

The Goldfish Bowl Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless Inside the glass bowl, all lives only live seven seconds The same route, again and again -- The beginning is the end. Stubborn as Sisyphus Eyes watered and drifted away A trace of love burns I have a sister on Flower Road She is the most colorful fish in the bowl No brand, just serve regular customers I've always been fascinated by the sublime sense of her up-rolling eyes In the goldfish bowl Happiness is greater than loneliness The men and women of Flower Road know it When I walk by with my head down Stares in the dark shoot me like arrows My sister sleeps at dawn, wakes at night and easy to forget all “should” or “should not”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
HTML Code NOT allowed - Text Only

Characters remaining:
Type the characters you see in the picture
Change the CAPTCHA codeSpeak the CAPTCHA code

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.