In The Shell Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In The Shell



In the shell

In times I
-feel as if am needle
-glued to the arm of a record player
-kiss grooves of silence
-to loud sounds convert them

Some bob heads
Some buggy
Some play with fingers
- (the rhythm, on table)
Some lean back, close eyes

In times I
-feel as if am needle
- (transponder's)
-making waves in oceans
-and in air

Why am I against peace?
Why do I kill silence?
Why to hurt quiet?

Time has come to depart
-why did I come at all?
-how did it all start?
-who knows why?
-where is end?
-where from?
-and reason?
-why?
-why?
-why?

I am like ancestors
-and assume, future
-for answer, a seeker

Am I chick in the shell?
-will I hatch?
-or become a ballute?
-food for some, Philippines', Manilla!

Monday, November 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional
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