Hellish Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hellish

Had large bag on his side
In it his, past till now,
Sat, a homeless alone,
In midst of morning, dawn.

He wore a chapeau and
Pair of boots,
Must have found.

In peace and rich with calm
He ignored the race of
Those like him
On the job,
Cleaning roads of town.

He murmured and observed
Light fighting with the dark.

His face was mountainside
Of the winter sunrise
With cliffs, huge rocks,
In cracks, the pains iced.

I felt shame
When in car.

Wish could go
Say "Hi, " talk
But could not!

Damn be these hellish walls!