You are silent, still as a stone--
But the silence is my solace.
Your gaze, a heavenly lapis,
Though dead, makes me feel less alone.
Empty of blood, devoid of bone;
Resonant are your frequencies
That set my poor spirit at ease.
Alas, you are but a picture,
And inanimate, your nature.
I, a fool, hold false memories.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Prison of Stone
Şiirʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ. One journey from the depths of the sea to the edges of the universe. One life that takes us in a thousand different directions yet leaves us chained as we tr...
