It's a feeling I cannot explain,
No amount of words,
Verbs, Antonyms, or cliché quotes
To describe this uncontrollable-...
Just a slowly growing,
Internal Pain.
A part of myself digging up
From the cracks I forgot about.
Finally the instillation, crumbled.
The depths of my mind
Becoming an oceanic abyss.
To drown my lungs of air,
To forbid speech,
To leave me emotionless.
An ebony tree growing
It's leaves, that eventually
Fall back, and I turn into
Something you call
Disposable
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
ŞiirFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
