Tasha <br /> <br />Natasha, you <br />Regardless of Natalia or Tasha <br />You are in my mind <br />A cancer, that is to mean tumor <br /> <br />You are well-aware she shouted <br />She has wanted you out, for long <br />Mother brought in the Matchbox <br />Now you are screaming out-loud <br />“She has brought the Cockroach” <br /> <br />Cockroach in box says: “Get out” <br />Don’t tell me doesn’t make sense <br />It surely does; it’s a tactic, a fight <br />You live in her place; having fun <br /> <br />Natasha <br />Regardless of names you are called <br />You are in my mind <br />A cancer tumor in sick-man’s mind <br /> <br />Oh Natasha <br />Your eyes; light after-rainbow blue <br />Show me all of your words; so true <br /> <br />“Is he crazy? ” <br /> <br />No I am not <br />Not dear friend <br />You are just Tasha <br />In your eye I see Natalia <br />I see Natasha and I see Tasha <br />In you I see war, killing and fights <br />I see Vofka’s PTSD; from Afghanistan <br />You are too young and no matter how bright <br />Know nothing of thoughts in my Goddamn mind. <br />It’s symptom; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD.<br /><br />Nassy Fesharaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tasha-2/
