Not With Him Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Not With Him



Not with him

We few in mirror
the bottle with glass
and also greyish my white hair.

I love some, hate other
"Let us pour; fill to rim…"
Says brain, too tired.

My soul shouts:
"Not with him! "

Saturday, December 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success