Little Fish

Thu, 12/14/2017 - 18:59 -- LananaD

Little Fish swims

swims in the water,

alone in the tank

no one swims with him.

 

Other fish don't look his way

During mealtime, he would never eat.

When he tried, the other fish pushed

him away.

 

Little Fish would always get his

fins bitten and he looked like

skin and bones, nothing

but a mere skeleton.

 

Little Fish welcomed

loneliness as a friend,

Pain within his heart

crying to be loved by someone.

 

One day it was meal time,

Little Fish made his way to the top.

Happy with joy that he could get food first,

but that soon ended.

 

The other fish angered

minds clouded by greed,

beat him down

until Little Fish could not move.

 

After all the fish left,

Little Fish just stayed there in pain.

Little Fish looked up to the opening

in the light above.

 

With little strength he had,

Little Fish struggled to swim.

But he had made it to the top

still in pain and sorrow.

 

Little Fish looked back at the others

No one seemed to notice him,

nor did they care.

What did he have holding him here?

 

He swam backwards then shooting out of the tank.

He flopped for his life realizing it was a mistake,

for his gills burned for oxygen

like they were on fire.

 

Little Fish continued fighting

till the fight was out of him, he gave up.

He accepted his fate and laid there

until he took his last breath.

 

Little Fish still as stone

dried out like a raisin in the sun,

the other fish stared and did nothing.

Then they went on like nothing happened.

 

A man came by and picked Little Fish up and threw him away.

Little Fish abused, teased, and hated

thrown away for nothing;

like he never mattered.

 

Few days later, another fish arrives

the other fish stared,

then they began their cycle again,

of abuse as they did to Little Fish.

 

The new fish did the same as Little Fish.

Then a new one came and did the same,

one, two, three, four;

how many more?

 

The fish kept coming

until there was no more,

the other fish angered by this

turned against one another.

 

There sat an empty tank

full of corpses and bones of fish.

The man came back, looked at the tank

and like Little Fish he threw them away as well;

like they were nothing.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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