All Alike Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

All Alike



All alike

Like my life there's a knife
Green-handle, blade-sharp
It was used, not yet washed
It floats in waters as if lost
Thought is up, silver down
The man-things seem alike.

Friday, February 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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