Inapprehensible
I think everyone is somehow affected by the current situation in Europe, the senseless violence and the war. At such times, many of us experience incredible depths - I was no different.
The poem below is inspired by this situation and indicates that such wounds inflicted on people’s sense of security are difficult to heal.
I wish perseverance to everyone, but especially to those who are directly involved.
Scar
The limbs in my body
They are wired together
And only I get bad
The body is at rest
And I know it's me, it's me.
But the right hand suddenly thinks otherwise,
He reaches for the knife in the drawer,
S while the left buttoning the buttons,
The right accompanied him as a black shadow.
And the body tightens.
The quiet left left unexpected,
He faces the edge in horror,
His encounter with that hell,
It is relieved by the wind blown by the mouth.
And the body bends in pain.
The head, the legs, the eyes, the neck,
They all look helpless as
From the left hand, as red cognac
Dusk divides as twilight.
And the body sinks into darkness.
When the eye opens, the left hand throbs,
And the right one squeezes the knife.
He had too much of speed and the punch.
And the teeth crackle to withstand the strong press,
And the body turns into a monotonous transient.
The wound heals, the blood above the cut
It forms a solidified, hard layer.
The left doesn't ask for more,
And the right one wants to see the face.
The scar is there, but not a solution.
The body calms down, the hands give up,
The scarred connective tissue scar is still under construction
He may give up his hardness once,
And it falls like a terror from my eyes,
In the meantime, I’m rotating their images in my closed mind.
/C.K.T. 2022.02.27/
Goodbye, I'm waiting you back!
C.K.T.
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