If True Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

If True



If true

We learned that every cell:
“Is alive, has own job.”

Is that right?

If so, I hate me for being me
A single statue, of no worth
Compiled of many cells.

Each could be on its own
If away, not in me.

Then the time has arrived
To call soul, for goodbye.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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