The Sound of AynA Poem by Radad Ibn NasirAn analytical piece drowned in wailing stigmas.Part I- To Me I spent... in which I mean, I explained, all my scars that you now see as stains. I don’t apologize for what I gave, because the truth is... what remains. I forgive your accuracy and your aim. I promise it’s not in vain. I wish to tell you, I’m not insane. In fact, I’m out of my brain. But, it’s a process of thoughts I need to train. A provocative onslaught I try to refrain. But, I can’t help it, to me it’s plain. To your avoidance, I complain. To your annoyance, I feign. To me, you drain. Part II- To You Flooded. I forgive like the rain. Grow my sweet seed and release the pain. For what I have, I truly cannot contain The weaker spark that once was a flame... So take your piece, it doesn’t fit your name. For peace, I’ll look up from whence I came. Hoping, never again... because different isn’t the same. © 2010 Radad Ibn NasirReviews
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StatsAuthorRadad Ibn NasirYoungstown, OHAboutA voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..Writing
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