I put my life aside..
With the voice inside
The war of the voice outside of me is ending
My mute thoughts start speaking.
The mute whose voice is made of silence
to silence my thoughts
I'm working later
And an abstract-unreal silence occurs
Other than the familiar silences
It goes like three seconds but this moment
Then suddenly
My life and my thoughts on it
Comes to my mind
In a hurry
Run and run
And independent of him
Maybe I think so
In those separate thoughts
Open arms
The one who greets my life
What a charade!
Like a feast or a wedding hall
I'm crowded full and hectic
I'm the scene of a community
While blood is pumping in my heart
As blood flows in my veins..
My nervous system is shaken
While my soul stumbles..
I open my eyes saying enough is enough
And a light
Colors
Other voices pour into my mind
Like I'm caught in a storm
Yes
So to speak
Running away from the rain
Like being full..
I feel my unlived pain
I know there is no escape
It's a curse
From a broken Goddess on me
Blown...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem