Stop Thinking Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stop thinking

Most know him by last name
-to many, is first name

To me he, is colleague
-and father of friend

He gave me his book
-signed

I read it as if mine.

Writing is not great
-yet for me is too well

Since each word is vessel
-to take me into seas and in air
-I assume voyaging, travels
-into depths of myself
-digging out treasures

I go back to childhood
-from birth to the youths
-and times in prisons
-face "Questions" to "Answer! "

Not always answers are
-prompt and clear

Not always the questions
-are felt or revered

Nothing is straight
-when life is all censored

"Don't say this, " they tell us
- "Don't do that, don't ask for,
-do not touch…etc. etc. etc."

Like a bird feel encaged
-freedom, if wanted, is fire! ! !
- "Don't play with fire! ! ! ! "