Lonesome With Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lonesome with

Sitting with feet's soles firm
-my head is hung, lowered
-look with eyes to obtain
-knowledge of future;
-extend neck
-see the ants on apple,
-wrinkled and far away
-seeming like the orphans
-made by fights for power
-of the lords in castles, palaces…

"Hey friends…"
-I call ants, hear back
-nothing but their silence
-lost in a daily life…
-don't hear or don't care!

Raise my voice, shout aloud:
- "Hey, listen…"
-returns voice's echo.

Hungry or thirsty
-or slaves, possibly
-united are the single soldiers.

Appears the large boots
-and a cane with mustache
-as well as small eyes…
-Charles Chaplin…

In front curtain, wall
-screen is too large
-theatre for Limelight
-behind me Plato
-in his cave, we are tied
-a fire behind us gives the light.

Something is eating me
-feel I am shrinking
-by ulcer, leprosy…
-is this how thinkers leave?