I'm new and just wanted to share my passion for betta's in a an artistic way...I'm open for any comments on how to make my poems better, i also plan to write a few short stories. ^^
Here I sit, trapped by some unknown force
Made to live in a place entirely too small for me
Its dirty and it makes me feel sick
Some days I wonder if I'll live another day
I'm Surrounded by hateful others
sickly others,
sometimes even dead others.
It feels like I go around in circles
going nowhere as I move in this place
It feels like I'm always being watched
sometimes my sight is blocked by hands on the window
Eyes constantly staring at me
Its like I'm here for sale.
I move, the world a blur to me
now only one set of hands hold me for a while
from what I can see through the fingers
I'm moving out from the hateful sickly others
Have I been chosen?
As the world stops
I find myself being tossed into another
I'm still trapped
but its bigger,
Its clean
I feel better
I feel like I'm at home
Here I sit, trapped by some unknown force
Made to live in a place entirely too small for me
Its dirty and it makes me feel sick
Some days I wonder if I'll live another day
I'm Surrounded by hateful others
sickly others,
sometimes even dead others.
It feels like I go around in circles
going nowhere as I move in this place
It feels like I'm always being watched
sometimes my sight is blocked by hands on the window
Eyes constantly staring at me
Its like I'm here for sale.
I move, the world a blur to me
now only one set of hands hold me for a while
from what I can see through the fingers
I'm moving out from the hateful sickly others
Have I been chosen?
As the world stops
I find myself being tossed into another
I'm still trapped
but its bigger,
Its clean
I feel better
I feel like I'm at home