Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 77,207 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Scars Of... - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scars of…

Words, comments, are bullets
they enter
kill, don't kill, are removed
but the holes will remain.

The same is with actions.

Years ago a child this happened
was before wore galosh.

He, a man, good looking and
to be relative
meant the best for us all.

Our village, a place in mountains
lived on wood and bushes
for heating and cooking, hot water.

He and I went to come with mass of
the bush we gathered.

He was young; I was child
"Ride donkey, I will walk, "
he told me to be kind
and he was…

Beast climbed, on it; so did he.

Legs were numb as if lugs when at top;
he picked me, sat me down on a rock
weak was sun, climbing after dawn.
I took time but never…to this date
I have been as was I before then.

Cold of that spring, bullet hole
has remained…I suffer.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016

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