So Strange Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

So Strange

In times the dreams are strange
-for Freud, in them is no place;
-of many, one is her brother
-my Ex's!

How and why was he there?

Too busy I was with
-the rain and the ceiling.

Empty and a mess, my place!
Felt seeing a movie; strange!
How could I have had rain?

He must have had message
-good or bad, whatever!

Too busy I was with
-the ceiling and the rain.

Building had levels and
-I lived on first floor;
-but the rain…
-travelled through roofs.

He was calm…
-was used to?

I was like the rooster
-that I saw as a child.
-It stood walked, proud
-while head was dangling
-on one side, by skin;
-after man cut the neck!

His body was covered
-with fresh, red blood.

And he walked!
And he walked!
Till…fell…died!