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Was it always so easy?
For people to wither away,
fade away, into silhouettes:
photographs that whisper,
a long lost familiarity...
atifaydinturanli Dec 2024
We mourn and yearn.
That is all we can do
while the time is preserving the state of unliving,
ending,
killing everyone and everything—
As the days went by mercilessly,
I suddenly felt what I never knew I could,
daydreaming about lying inside
a coffin perhaps carved from marble,
for evermore—
beneath my moonlit headstone
standing in the damp and somber night
hinting what I once was
and that I will never return.
atifaydinturanli Sep 2024
Loneliness,
is there when no one is,
when the only presence,
is another's absence.
Loneliness is,
when even the rain isn't there,
to remind you of the passage of time,
maybe to accompany you,
to listen,
to wash away the wounds and pain.
But it isn't when loneliness is,
not even the rain,
to blend in with your silent tears.
rain
atifaydinturanli Sep 2024
Waking up, I feel dread.
Strolling through, I wished I was not there.
But finally,
I arrived at my false sanctuary.
My chest, beating indifferently.

I look outside,
But I don't see.
As the ocean of my thoughts foam,
Light reflects on my eyes.
But I don't see.
I saw what awaits me:
Terror.

It should be an error,
My existence.
The cry of fear,
It is not so distant anymore.
The dawn must be close.

Anxiety, it's an old friend,
It doesn't leave me,
More loyal than ever.
Like a neverending fever...
Will it ever end?

I look outside.
I finally see,
My mind leaving me awhile.
A bitter smile,
Covers my face;
as apartments stand tall.
I realize the moment.
Why couldn't this be all?
I don't want to die.
  Sep 2024 atifaydinturanli
Marilina
~
Time doesn’t heal
Unless you disinfect the wound
atifaydinturanli Sep 2024
It is never the same,
When you know the cruelty.
It is never like the child before,
When you realize the impermanence.

Never again the same,
When a cloudburst in late spring,
doesn't yearn a late summer night.
When faces melt in the pool of memories,
but embalmed for what?

When purity of joy is ruined by experience,
The simplicities are damaged by learned intelligence,
When you realize the impermanence,
of anything.

It is never the same,
When you know the cruelty of time.
It is never like the child before,
When you realize the impermanence of life.
my first english poem

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