THE FISH BY

DREW KOSCHO

I wake up groggy, feeling unalive, In my bed, I try to lie, The ringing never stops…

Monotony is a bore of which too many care, But swimming against the stream only attracts the bear Stay with the school or risk termination; be one of the same, not one in a million.

Through rapids and perils, the fish does swim, Not understanding the futility it’s in, Until it reaches the falls and the peak, something, unfortunately, it’s stuck underneath.

It searches for ways to ascend the cascade, But it can do nothing but wait another day.

Away from the pack, the fish is alone, No one to love; No place to call home.

Nowhere where he can feel a sense of comfort, Stuck under a fall that the world left him under.

The same world that made the falls puts them all in danger, As there must be some way for it to express its anger A beast hidden in the thicket, hungry for fish, And its small, hopeless prey, only wanting a wish

The beast attacks not at night but in day, Though nobody cares to keep the guppy okay.

Away from the school, the fish is alone, No one to love; No place to call home. Nowhere where he can feel a sense of comfort, Stuck under a fall that the world left him under.

The same world that made the falls puts them all in danger, As there must be some way for it to express its anger. A beast hidden in the thicket, hungry for fish, And its small, hopeless prey, only wanting a wish.

The beast attacks not at night but in day, Though nobody cares to keep the guppy okay.

The beast clad in fur creeps through the brush, surrounding the pool,

Seeing the fish swim around, unaware, like a fool, He gets a whiff of his meal before he does his job, He smells hope, optimism, and hardwork above it all, Everything that a beast like it would feed on

He raised his claws and lunged for a kill, The fish screamed, shrieked like hell, The Beast started with the best parts, saved the filet for last, Then came a deafening light and a loud blast

When the smoke cleared the beast’s black fur was stained with blue, Out of its cavity more blue spewed, The beast collapsed to ground, but his job was still done, The fish saw no color, no purpose, found nothing was fun. What was the point of going up the falls? Only to find another fall behind it all? Why persist through the suffering and pain? For only the beast to come and keep in permanently in your brain?

The ringing was still in the Fish's ears…

But wait, the blue, The only different hue, From the hole in the fuzzy black mass, Made by something incredibly fast, The fish climbed to the top of the dark hill with all his might, When reaching the peak, he noticed the crater exuded a light, He looked through the tunnel and, on the other side, Stood the silhouette of one singular guy The Fish woke up in his bed, ears ringing