Life is not Sweet:
I have tasted failure
Bitter
I have swallowed my pride
Repulsive
I have choked on my fear
Nauseating
My teeth are rotted
Disgusting
My throat now burns
Painful
My stomach is still
Empty
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Grave Digger (poems)
ŞiirA grave digger sees death every day. He digs up memories, buries the sadness, and covers tragedy with flowers. These are the poems of the grave diggers Enjoy these dark poems
