Sacrificed souls,
Dedicated souls,
Forsake nothing but them
Everything is meaningless related of one’s own
Except one!
Closest but the furthest one
Belongs to you but not
Anyhow the precious
Landmark!
Precious becomes torture
Torture smothers from the inside, slowly
Living,
No breathing,
Anyhow still hope, fractional
They can’t even breathe, they are only thinking
As if the last moment of life
Thinking of their belongings
Praying to the God
In their temples
In their beings
To be released from the past...
Esra Kaya 2007
