poetry

Poetry is my voice—
it is how I speakingly
explore this life, this
worldly being bleeding
moments of profusely
personal me needing,
never knowing what
or even if these words
any meaning beyond
this me, this moment
might attain, and yet
certain of this alone:
that this world owes
me nothing, while
I infinitely always will
remain beholden for
the immense beauty
she has blessed me with
and the voice with which
to adore her.

İstanbul 21 December 2021