from: burak mağralı
title: pain
form: poem

PAIN

I ran;
I thought I left my pain behind.
Then I stopped and understood:
I writhed.
I looked at myself,
I cried.
I could not see
I bled my eyes.
The moment I thought I caught myself
I saw:
I had got caught.
I tripped myself with my foot
I fell;
I hated my dream.
I cut
the sky’s chest;
I caused it to rain blood.
I shattered the glasses,
I embraced the rain.
I asked my shadow what color was it,
I was lost in my crowd.
The wind danced all night,
I exhausted my songs.
I held a hand
of myself;
I shivered.
I burned my blanket,
I trembled in my sleep;
I covered myself with my ashes.

And I kept silent
So I confessed my mind
to my mind again.

December 1999