Poem 139, Sonnet 74: Fish - Poem by Samer Madbak
Oh little pet, how much we are akin
Two lonesome creatures in a crystal jail
With glassy eyes we plod an aimless trail
An idle flutter and a visc'ral fin
We dance a restive reel, a lifeless spin,
A motion muffled, an unruffled sail
A vacant voyage, silent, sullen, stale,
When is the end, my friend, my toneless twin?
We rove incessantly, but tarry still
A sleepless swim, a drowse without respite
What use, when we've eternity to kill
And cannot find a moment of delight?
Come now, another twirl, my bantam fish
Our lives a curse and death a distant wish!
March 21st 2015
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