After Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After



After

On the path that still
Heavy is feel of guilt
Car had hit a sunk, squirrel
It was killed, was smashed
Made the air stinking
It left me questioning:
"And what if…? "
What if I was victim?
Or a child, he or she?
What would be different?
We are born to die, leave.

Thursday, March 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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