Wait Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wait



Wait

Strings are hanging
Around her, as fetish
What she knows is physic
Posing and attracting

I have failed in success
I ask me “What’s failure? ”
Dumb are those who reject
They see me as strange.

Like grass, husk, green
Out of crack, I shall, will
Raise my head, and sneak
I will come, wait for me.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: me
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