Prisoner of Broken Dreams

Beneath the waves, in shadows deep,

An astronaut begins to weep.

A short circuit hums inside his mind,

Trapped in a suit, his fate entwined.

Outside the glass, seven gold fish glide,

Symbols of fortune in the tide.

They shimmer with luck, so close, yet far,

While he’s locked within this liquid scar.

The ocean whispers, a muffled plea,

But his thoughts are tangled, wild, and free.

He watches them swim, his hope now thin,

As he drowns in silence, lost within.