Concrete Tank

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 24, 2017

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Concrete Tank

 

I should be out there diving,

swimming through the sea;

ploughing through the water

that is warm enough for me.

Instead I am a prisoner,

a captive in some cage,

that makes my life depressing,

I can’t even find my rage.

The water, well, they cool it

but it’s sterile and it’s bare,

there’s simply nothing living,

nothing here to share.

It’s just a type of exercise,

something I can do,

when I find that I am sick and tired

of staring back at you.

But here’s the final insult,

you still get to watch the show

for to escape your vision

there is nowhere I can go.

Perhaps I should be grateful

but there’s just no way I can thank

the ultimate derision

made by this concrete tank.

 


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