Swimming, Swimming, Swimming.
Those little fins of yours,
So small and delicate.

Furry red, your color.
You might have murdered the others.

But you are, were that way.
Your DNA is, was that way.

So small,
You owned that tank.
Your home,
So clean and spotless.
Your home, where you stayed and died.

You suffered such pain,
Pain of suffocation,
Suffocation.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe!

Slowly, so slowly
You began to fade to the bottom
An empty abyss
Filled with water.

You're gone now.
Swimming endlessly forever free
In a world not held captive in a tank,
But free to roam and swim forever free.

~j.m.lopez 🐠🐠🐠

A/N: This poem is dedicated to Ace, my Betta fish. I wish Ace was alive right now swimming, not lifeless on the bottom of the tank. I took that picture on Oct. 10, 2018. I know it looks blurry and all, my tablet was crappy so yeah, but I only have that one picture of him alive. I guess I never thought he was going to die so soon. I thought he was going to live forever and ever and ever, but Ace's life was cut short. R.I.P. Ace. ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤ 🐠 ❤