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Umar Nasir Poem
It is dark,
Quiet and oddish.
It triggers phobia,
Spiders crawling under my skin.
It is hallow and sinister at best,
And at worst, ominous.
Oh how creepy,
The cell in my head.
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Umar Nasir Poem
Withstrained I have long been,
By the chain of ignorance.
My brain and my whole being,
Held by the bolt of cognitive hindrance.
This shackles of darkness,
I strove to whittle out from,
To quench this dire thirst for awareness,
Whatever it takes; even if I deform.
And with an insane resolve,
One I never knew I could muster,
This foot I now absolve,
From its fetters; it growled like a monster.
On this mighty pen, I shall lean,
I would rather it doubles as a crutch,
And for every word I shall learn,
It be both the writer and my clutch.
Omarnaseer©
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