The Impact Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Impact

"Everything is over,
The police used wisdom,
At home are the children, "
I am told, expected,
To believe this nonsense!

These blinds, forever,
Only see the moment,
I look at the future…


See the son and daughter,
Grow independent…

They will write sad novels,
With flames on the ashes,
Ash covers the embers…

I call it trauma…
I call it drama…

Though for just a few days,
The brother, sister
Innocent children,
Were dragged everywhere!

During days and nights
With each tick of the clock,
They listened, overheard,
Whatever mother said:
"Your father is the devil! "

Everything is reversed:
"Your mother is devil…"

I call it drama…
It causes trauma…

After years, if ever,
They try to manage,
Wonder how drama,
Impacts the trauma!