Blood And Canvas Poem by Devran Aze Polat

while pouring all the emotions on the canvas
I avoid facing this darkness inside me.
I know I can no longer suffer the agony that my conscience has left in me.
But I can't avoid looking at a blank canvas with a brush in my hand.

a splash of blood on the canvas
the trail is knife-edged, the canvas is shattered.

this fire bowed to passion for the last time
this motive has painted itself for the last time
dense as blood
brushing a few strokes through the fires
a few shadows of destruction

we children of fire
We grew up in the strong and unattended rooms of life
some wine
and my deep wells to kiss
Forgive the memories I've ignored
brushing a few strokes through the fires

my immaculate sins
my daughter who runs to battles without seeing the end
innocence lost in death
my dreams smelling of inspiration on the cold and mirrorless side
intoxication from head to toe
never once sobered himself up
endless greens don't paint me anymore
brushing a few blows through the fires

defeated mankind
the doors of hope are now firmly closed
there was a coup and the earth thirsted for you for the first time
the flames are starting to burn.
death has finally come.
life has gone through hell in this polluted realm
my daughter is dead
forgive the books I didn't finish
I'm on fire, a few blows to my brush
a few
brush stroke

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