Fishy

I saw some fish in disguise,

Some that have no eyes.

I saw the rust in their swim,

Their dance that brightens dim.

A hectic day,

By a river bay.

I saw some life,

Whom which survived.

I breathe air in,

Passing by; a tin.

I sigh.

Should I cry?

But more than all,

Left to recall.

Were reflections of our actions.

In the cloudy water of tension.