And, I’m lost
It’s not me
Who is lamenting
On her collapsed body
And her soul
Grieving for a tiny plant
Thirsty.
How can I continue
My way, in a day – dark
And sun somewhere
Hidden with the shame
Not being able to break the polluted air
When is going to be cleared
The sky
And let me continue my way
To nowhere.
Let me have some rest
My feet numb
And I’m lost.
Nov. 3, 2018
Mehri Yalfani: Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer 