The Fish

Who fathoms to dare more than a fish in those gloomy,
unfriendly waters of sin and loneliness. Water green and cold,
deceiving in every possible movement -
immeasurable.

The body moves on; in search of the unknown - no it’s not the
search, anticipation of it, hidden desire,
an adventure.
That tingle of excitement and half naked fear in deep murkiness.

The twirls of dust and disgust rising from the vast deep,
making the surrounding and the distant ever
unclear.
The fish challenged, unmitigated, fins clenched with seething
amber, moves on; the wake visible and seeping moments later,
indistinguishable.
Lost forever.

Who, but path bears the burden of the lost, defeated and
those aimless travelers. Never recognizing him again;
never remembering to forget.

The fish is gone to the unknowns and the way lost.
Someday another fish who would fathom the dare will come
into these murky waters -
with twirls of disgust.
She shall make a new path
only to lose it,
once again.

PS : My first attempt of writing which barely only I can call as poetry.