Sadness: The Young Shark

A sadness swims out of depths,
(Too dark to be ocean blue),
And swerves before it reaches,
Banks where tears divide by two.
Like a young shark in a tank,
A wall of glass containing him,
Knowing limits at this time,
But knowing too growth will come.
Beast of deeps’ interest lost,
A circle it swims, and round,
Behind a white pillar, he,
Conceals and is never found.
Having felt it swim this way,
Gives me knowledge of return,
And so, fear rifles deeper,
It shall yet some water churn.


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