Unhappy Fish

I awoke in the morning
And all I could see
In front of me
Was an unhappy fish,
Bronze, with the suggestion
Of scales,
And a frown below his questioning
Eye.
"An unhappy fish." I thought.
All I could think-
For I myself was floating 
In an unhappy sea.
The currents were random,
And the tide was pulling
You away from me.