Deeply Sad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Deeply Sad



Deeply sad

Murderer
That is what, I feel like.
Poor are moths.

They fly, homeless, lost
I am cause.

I removed bowl of food
To them home
They had laid many eggs.

I’m guilty; I confess
Deeply sad, I’m ashamed.

Monday, April 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human and animal
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