Pain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pain



Pain

Like radish, beetroots and turnips
I'm green on outside, pain is in
It's bulgy, forced, squeezed
Like painted-face clown.
Just see me smiling.

Sunday, July 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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