A Dead Fish

The lost freshwater fish
In the bubbles o`tears

Fresh water is their home
Not..Misery
And
Uncontrollable baths of water of salt.

And flopping, hope gone..airless
Although a brainless brain, contracted
With the thoughts
"Is this my fault?"
"Is there no more fight, to fight?"

Gasping, in her mouth to throat...
Her bubbles, O` tears
Literally breaking her heart.

How?
And oh How?

Would she, could she?
Save her uniquely beautiful
serenity fish?

Maybe, sadly, (dying)
Has been this stories 1st and final wish...

surrealdancingpoet2008

*So sorry, serenity.

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