Street Lamps, Dedicated To My Soulmaker Poem by Okan Emanet

Unfortunately, life is endowed with a blanket,
No need to yell that I am no longer net...
Stars have forgotten to spell my name
Whereas people have withered as the same...
Lurking all along the street to seek fame
Thunders don’t dance, there is no lance
My hands have fallen aside, an empty stance
Look into the eyes of yellow waving only tears
There is a man only laden with fears
I am not the man others can remember
Just delet my breathing, bury me to December
No power left on my feet, ready to surrender
I’m walking under the street lamps
Nothing can be dubbed for me other than tramps
Saw my heart with a sword,
Curve it to only one word
“Endless Loneliness”