I live like a fish
in the back of a cave.
Fighting the elements
Attempting to save,
My meager existence
That's not worth a damn,
And yet nothing more
Than a fighter, I am.
I hope for no warmth
From the shimmering cold.
Although I can't see it,
I once was so told
That it glimmered around me
And made glitter bright.
Now in silence and darkness
I pretend that it's Flight.
Still, I know that my end
Will be surely at best,
The hopeless reward of
A wretched bequest.
I live like a blind fish
in the back of a cave,
Fighting, but knowing
There's nothing to save.
The End