Lost I Am Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lost I Am



Lost I am

Will not be Orson Welles
Neither will, Woody Allen
Oliver Stone my best and favorite
Or Great Rostami… "Taste of cherry."

But I too run around in this job,
I pass time in the films.

Like colleagues, have to run after job
I am a bird; I am an ant or a bee
Harmed by wind, water, bear and smoke
Keep searching; want a home
Look around
Have become
The eagle led to the dumpster, to sewage, by crow
‘To eat shit' and shall I?

Her offer is not bad
With that pay I find food
I can pay some of dues.

But conscious is on way:
"Stop you!
She is a charlatan; she is cheat and a con
You don't want such money! "

My answer in short is:
"I can't beg and I am hungry
Know she cheats and steals; shares with me;
Cannot be man of theft,
For sure not directly! "

In know my excuse has root in:
"No faith is in brain when tummy empty! "

Friday, April 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: concious
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