Fishbowl
Picture Courtesy: Google
You put me into
a fishbowl-
gold dust, was I
your gold fish?
Sham or not,
this world
where I swam
and was served
crumbs-
sham or not,
it contained me.
And I
still am-
still am there
unnerved,
numb.
The fishbowl-
is a puddle,
a model
of clay;
a riddle
you liked
to play.
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