Dead by people is me
Killed by the anchor of "What if? "
Killed by the anchor of people.
Reeled in by hope and worth
Only to be a fish
Thrown back into the water of thought
Now without the air you had besotted in
Without the air, and world outside of life alone.
Because, how stupid is a fish
To become attached to a fisherman
Who has only come to hook you
Before letting you sink back into regret;
Before letting you sink back into your life, just as before meeting them.
Fish really are stupid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem