empty thoughts
just as lukewarm water drops
the fish swims along
in its bowl full of grey
and to it, everything looks beige
in circles it goes. Where? Everyone knows
to its glass walls. Where it silently calls
for freedom from its cage. In which
he may go insane. Wouldn't you?
Swimming back and forth, Not knowing south from north.
YOU ARE READING
An old poem i found
HorrorThis is a poem i wrote in middle school when i felt the most bored I've ever felt. Don't think its good but it expresses what i felt at the time
