@Adin 18 March 2022

The sound of my heart rises in waves and I am filled with hope **The battery of my loneliness is about to run out, my soul must be charged immediately and I must write a poem immediately.** **I have to write a village girl, whereas a city girl living in the middle of the city made up a village, I built a village inside me, while a deep well fell into it every night, while the stone thrown by a madman, collecting letters and hitting forty smart people.** **Will it work, dude?** **You eat, drink, study and work, after a lifetime, come and become addicted to poetry.** **Overdose, my blood was poisoned with excess ink, so my blood pressure peaked in the middle of the night.** **I will eradicate the oppressor, but I will not give up the oppressed crew.** **Curtain rises, the voice of my heart and I pass the day with subtitles.** **My figure is mourning.** **My edict is moist.** **The roads are slippery and the city will probably wake up to snow, of course, I will put on my flannel pajamas, and if I get cold, I will put the flannels on myself before I get cold, and then I will write stories in the consistency of sponge cake and put them in the oven.** **This is what happens every night.** **If I'm a little late for my muse's appointment, the city rings in my ears, after all, the city and poetry and I are inseparable trio.**

**I will free a trapped word and draw a picture of poetry, or rather, I will dust the geographies that I could not migrate and make the new day smoke.** **Of course the devil and evil and darkness I'm fighting against.** **Who knows how many times I won't be defeated in the war that I opened to the windmills on the road and I won't let my eyes open to the darkness?** **There's a senseless poem in my stomach** **Poems that are endlessly divided inside me,** **Poems that we will perish together,** **Poems that we will forget together,** **poems with no debt** **And so the poems that hurt so much.** **The pain suddenly subsides as the rain stops,** **Sometimes it's just because God wanted it that way.** **Maybe I'll just draw a picture in a cave,** **In a country where dreams begin with a capital letter,** **I have a dead body lifted from me.** **Dude is that what you want?** **I will fly like a fairy godmother, like a fairy godmother, in my dream of being able to take advantage of even the crumbs of the ukden that remains in me and avenge the past, and mine is a migration alphabet, necessarily catching the ugly and the grudge.** **I have to find a few words that are frantic right away.** **Did I get rid of the shaking images too?** **And did I put a huge exclamation mark at the end of the sentence…** **Of course, I am aware that I am deceiving myself, but I will run away from the demon that I killed and brutally murdered my ego and soul, and I will open my wings to a happy life by falling in love with a rich man like an innocent and deplorable poor girl.** **Although they do not play the old and black and white classics on television channels.** **After all, what is left from the past other than our date of birth?** **With the opposing winter wind and I sitting in my comfortable chair, am I bad at dreaming of the expected snow in Istanbul or the poor poor?** **After all, I'm not responsible for gas bills, even though I don't have one hand on oil and the other on honey.**

**Of course, it's too late to dream about the times I worked, after all, did I put the last point and sift my flour when I was young and hang the sieve on the wall?** **Oh, sir, what is it?** **I couldn't find my dream job because I couldn't find the paradise I was looking for in the business environment...** **Something like that.** **Surely the market has passed.** **It's not like I'm imitated or anything, I'm used to living comfortably, after all, it's debatable whether it's comfortable or not.** **I come to myself with the sound of the cursor.** **My inner voice, which I have reported, is very ungrateful and how it raises a flag by looking at the words that are on top of it.**