Heavy Is Feel Of Guilt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Heavy is feel of guilt.

Low, grey is the cloud
its artist holds a brush
with paint set on pallet
the colours yellow, red.

Polished those bricks
turning things to blur
sad, grim hiding fogs.

Caledonia is the road
young man holds his cellphone
his look is to sky as well as bus stop
other man in blue; is curling on ground.

We all go, pass drive
like the goats in dusk, night
hardly things visible, all blind.

Did nothing to have helped
feel the guilt; how could I?