At The Fork Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

At the fork

Ears hear, lost
-lost and lost and lost
-in poetic music of romance

And…
-heart slaves the songs
-the recitations of poetic romance
-pouring to shatter the container of tears
-and wash away the flickering life
-The tears
-The tears
-The tears

And…
-the grudge
-the grudge
-the grudge
-in the winding alley

There she was but
-but isn't
-no isn't
-isn't

Her eyes are empty
Windows
Windows
Windows

And heart feels
-The sword
-The dagger
-The bullet

Blood is warm sour wine
That kills not drunk
-as makes Shiraz
-and Cabernet
-and Khollar

Blood remains blood….blood…blood after tears…