Fish Bowl

Circling, rising, and falling, an invisible cage made for pacing, Awaiting expiration, be it old age or being over fed, water thick and heavy with stagnation, mindless action, broken aggression, silent screams as i catch my breath, abrasive decorations, warped walls, hollow sky, full of movement but devoid of life, safe yet cold, empty yet full, napping at the calm surface, flushed away, they'll never know.