Fisherman’s’ Hook

Snagged by a tasty treat
disguising a fisherman’s hook
You’re natural instinct to escape, kicks in,
you frantically swim against this pull
and a jerked rip runs through the side of your mouth
you’re lost in time, swamped in fear,
unable to decipher your destiny.

Hauled onto unfamiliar ground
rough and hot against your scales
you gasp for breath in doomed gulps
and flap with all fight as he holds you still

Then struck by natures luck
too small for worthy profit
he releases the hook and you, back home to the seas
you, a red silvery trail in the translucent turquoise

A lingering taste of the blood curdled worm,
that lured you in, leaves a hesitant note on your lips,
prolonging the search to satisfy your unfulfilled hunger.

Your trust is shot until this memory cleared
of the day your lungs were stretched to tears.