You were gonna cry

You left your diminishing eyes into a quarter droplets Was it the collapsing salt pain inside? The forsaken should be the other half Deep darkened sigh was poured from within This sighs/was it that you’ve painted into red/ darkened The drop figured out being a quarter Was this right As gone wounded Who abandons goes with shame? To abandon and to be abandoned Does it mean congestion? Without letting yourself to the wind You looked at the drifting cloud Letters were runabout, coward and about to cry Places are not contaminated are confined in letters The pencils paint and the white pages of the book are innocent You were duplicating shadowy fears decadent Five Fingers were publishing dirty books Trees were self-consuming themselves As your pupils were crying to the sea the trees were writing Mermaids must have been collecting the shooting stars From multiplicity and nothingness the ears are deaf You become not liking the crowds and fish Heartless beach girls were stepping on sand You left your diminishing eyes on to a quarter pebbles. You were going to cry. ©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 30.03.2013