Goldfish, my dear goldfish.
Do you know you're not free?
You could be swimming in the ocean,
enjoying the deep blue and the freedom.
You could be in a river, always going on,
without anything disturbing you.
But you live only to please me,
you could be on your own,
you depend on me.
I must feed you, I must change your water.
If you were free, you would fight to survive
and wouldn't belong to anyone.
Goldfish, my dear goldfish,
how cruel is the destiny
of such innocent creatures like you.
YOU ARE READING
A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.
