Deserted Poem by Engin Kavrak

A splinter shards invoke so many
A tiny pictures of domains
Invoke hearts so broken
Shaped mind's vines vowen
The shell of splendor taken
Awake is the prior morning glory
Wasted on to the walls
In the night its so dull and gory
Unlocked a so many door of misery
Then the splinter has an inward roll
Plungs a thorn of pain so many
On the moon blood carvely moan
By narrow dense heat so puny
I awake instantly by the corridor
What sinks ahead of time
Has a reverse beauity
A sharp melody of unseen set
Drags me out of me to be unheard
What loves lost in this domain of doors
Has an ancient ornament of wars
A tower once housed a soul in pray
In time as mortal wrinkled in gray
As the sun heats their rays dry
In the front I lean on the last door
As the passing rays caresses anew
By so knowing of mind in few
Hope sought a loft to perch
The ray grabbed his soul in search