Soon - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Soon I, the being that appears to be one will divide
Soul, an invisible myth, and the piece called corpse.
I see no answer and none of what I have read, heard
The words of preachers do not satisfy.
I am lost as have been
For the longest time
From my time as child.
I am as dumb as I was.
What is fuss?
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