Keep Fighting Poem by Ayhan Diril

The ashes in my heart
Should all be washed out.
Where are the golden tears?
To clear out all my fears.

Two exits appear on my way
One is more hopeless than another.
In each room there I see
An executioner
Doing his best to give harm.

Once you are in
You can't go out easily.
Last regret works no more.
But still wish to find a door.

Mountains pile up on each other.
But just wait to find some light
Though the wind blows dry.
I am not beaten yet
I will not cry.
I keep on this fight.
At last I am sure
I will find the light.