Poetry

A Fish Called Madness

by

Matt Kilmartin

I’m a fish in a bowl, trapped within glass
A shimmering distortion of the world floating past
Swimming in circles through thoughts in a blotter
My crystalline prison holds more than just water
And in the morning I'll be belly-up
My water-world polluted, my Ph balance up
I'm choking on liquid as I breath my own decay
I'm drowning and I'm dying, every breath is but delay
This water is the life-blood flowing through my very being
But alas there's no filtration to keep my fish bowl clean