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.