By AnonymousThere she goes again,
Fishing. Sometimes I wonder who got her into such a boring pastime. Her father? Her mother? Her friends? Ex-boyfriends? She throws her pole, and waits Sometimes seconds Sometimes minutes Sometimes hours When she finally catches one she’s filled with euphoria Satisfaction, confidence, and enjoyment But, then she proceeds to do what she always does She throws the fish back Letting is swim away, along with the short-lived feeling With her feeling gone she continues, as if nothing did She casts her pole yet again Never catching enough Nothing can fill that void Until finally, she gives up, just to come back another time Hoping for the one catch that is never to come What I hope for her, is that she finds a different pastime, Something better than fishing
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November 2019
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