“Winter” in prose a heartfelt plea to the aqua parks

Winters my name I’m a female

the same

a feminine gal from the sea

from that life giving ocean

where all my devotion

was knowing thats where

I should be

captured and stuck in a tank

made of concrete

a circus performer of sorts

no natural rhythms

no interaction

no depth and no distance

my thoughts

lost in  a soupcon of reflection

a stagnating odorous place

a tank where deception

is rank with obreption

its no place for me or my face

I suffer so Clearwater prospers

and they ‘re making money and more

my muscle tone

oh goddess I groan

when I move  just everything’s sore

nothing alive in my diet

dead smelly fish that is all

no seals or turtles its hell here

the discomfort

that I must endure

I am the fool

they call  Winter

and mypoor  heart it feels cold

the torture significant

truthfully

but on it all

I am not not sold

on circus tricks no way

I’m not their clown

this is an ordeal

and I’m going down

I am their scapegoat

I sacrifice all

anxious, so much angst

there’s just a wall

of silence around me

where is the sea

where are the thunderous waves

they are key

to my life to my being

the sea life my friends

tanked up in concrete cells

christ! when it ends

I will sing to the summerland

sing to the night

for this kind of life

of course its not right

I am a wild dolphin

with wild thoughts and fears

I need the great ocean

where oblivion steers

my every emotion

my existence for I

am not made of metal

I’m alive which is why

I so need my freedom

I scream in my heart

to live in the now here

where do I start

round and round

in such tedium

in this soup bowl

in my own aura

there is no goal

I have no relationships

no kinship here

trainers no brainer’s

those arses are clear

corporate yes men

they do what their told

and say what theyre told to say

their hearts are cold

no matriarch patriach

affinity

we are spiritual beings

with ancestry

we have our identity

contrary to

the management psychos

that manage this zoo

their discrimination

is just everywhere

they are discordant

whilst of course we’re rare

camouflaged natural

created to be

unique by comparison

souls in the sea

superior brains

we have them and some

know this and realize

trainers are numb

to any advanced stuff

thicko’s they be

small by comparison

to souls like me

I’m in this tank 24 7

I live here I work here

this is my heaven

my hell and my toilet

I’ve no where to go

this is the end and the beginning

you know

nothing holistic

about anything here

the whole caboodle

do you get it  its clear

the trainers go home to their

fucking abodes

the owners their mansions

like fat greasy toads

I have monotony

consecutiveness

just endless nothing

a progression of stress

continuous boredom

recurrent tears

round and round and just stop

that’s what it appears

I have to adapt myself

to this here tank

conform to their module

what says the bank

more lousy humans

who sit on their hands

and talk out of their arses

whilst making my plans

which are repetition

iteration and more

I am their throwback

Natural Law

knows what I’m wanting

but these fools do not

in the passage of time

nothing I’ve got

a precarious life

without changes at all

everything’s makeshift

and every fool

who pays to see me leap

or chuckle and smile

I am sick  in my stomach

and you lot are vile

for supporting these bastards

these corporate clowns

they fail in their empathy stakes

all the towns

we go to and live in

and act in, we know

when we are part

of their travelling show

we await our death

with joyous intent

for we are now doomed

nobody’s lent

a semblance of naturalness

for us to behold

we are ephemeral creatures of old

I am a female

with love in my soul

matronal embraces

I had a role

but human endeavour

desensitized ghouls

took that away

placing me in these pools

the pain and emotion

I flinch and I squirm

I know yes I know

I am here now long term

deaf to the music

blind to the day

only seeing their darkness

that’s why I pay

them back for their thoughtlessness

incogitant ways

unthinking just thoughtless

that’s how it plays

out its my life

that’s ruined and lost

their profit enormous

and its me that its cost