The End Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The End



The end

Dad left us when he was seven four
Mom didn't live alone and followed
Not much left; if I am same as them
Near is my trip few years, little more.

This can be reason why
I act so, always rush
Finishing films to write.

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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