Fish

Beneath the bridge
cramped in leaves and ash
dripping from the seal of broken glass

Am I just a fish
without any feelings ?

I am trapped
crashed my human hands
like a piece of trash

Am I just a fish
without any feelings ?

Let it be true

If it be true
To fill mine edge
Within thy body
Let me rip out those
Doubting shades of harboring
insensitivity
senseless in true captivity.

Once as my name was cause for delight and trust,

Even though you loved me not,

Was the hour I treasured most,

Paid with pain within the cause,

Do not mourn me,

For I am not dead,

Do not please the king in me,

for I am the crown-less king,

within the hollow tree.