Afraid Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Not afraid?
It is lie.

In dream read my mind,
(Freud-wise)

Came in things and people
I noticed, they were dead.
Right after, came fear:
“Is it end? Am I dead? ”

The mother of ex-wife,
The actor, ex-neighbor
And also brother
(All long gone, in graves)

We spoke of the past
(Memories that had had)
I told him, the actor
“I recall your mother
As if mine, since she fed.”

Telephones we exchanged
And address…

I woke up in a rush; in blood
The fear, and the thoughts:
“Am I dead, will I die? ”

And fear, spirits and the souls.”
Then Freud: “Dreams are in our minds.”

Watchful I, in the car, cautiously, I drive.
There can be accident, blood, death.
Fear is in spine; but how long?

It is like ORI, for short time.

Must confess, truth is unconscious.
(In dreams, right after)

The rest is our pride
Not afraid: “I will die for the cause.”