Folsom Prison Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Folsom Prison

Was writing a part of
My ugly and rich life.

It was of prison,
Johnny Cash sang his song
Of Folsom Prison.

Lost sense of surrounding,
Unconscious, was a fish
Swimming in the seas
Of mass of studies
Right near the Folsom
And close to Tahoe.

Felt burning of paper
Jumped, headed for kitchen
To make sure that alarm
Would remain silent, off.

It could be shame for me…

Gone, not gone, in sofa
Saw Mo was sitting down
And smoked cigarette!

I was shocked...

He told me had arrived:
"…long ago, very long…"

I had been lost in words
And blind to this world.

Now, it is a day passed
And I read about past
And many stories
Left untold and buried
Of losses, victories
Of the poor and the meek,
Thanks to the politics
That chokes, kills and buries
The losers' stories
As if had never been
On the Earth to have lived
In love or faced their deaths.