This Is Last Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This Is Last



This is last

In kitchen, in the sink
I had left washing things.
Some water in the can
Few moths had flapped.

In basin, toilet
Story was the same.
I saw them moving fast
Hoping life could expand.

Heart cried: “This is last”.

Saturday, April 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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