Fulfilment Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fulfilment

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Fulfilment

For news I know, heard
I must rush, celebrate
In my hand is bottle.

But I need to confirm
My flesh will one day
Fill a mouth, stomach.

If true is above
My body will feed some
Bird or worm, or snake,
I want death, fast to die.

Let me go celebrate
If worthy to fulfil
A being's urgent need.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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