Last night I tried naming my sadness
Read it's each alphabet slowly,
/S A D N E S S/
Thorns/ but it is not that harsh to me/
Sky/ but it's not that far, it's within me/
Moonlight/ but it's not beautiful
So I left it unnamed
For there was nothing that
Could flaunt it.And maybe,
Just because
.
.If I gave it a name/
It would grow attached to me/
And will never leave my bones.
YOU ARE READING
LOST PEGASUS(Poetry Collection)
ŞiirIn isolation, my imagination runs wild and this book is the result, a collection of poems that flowed like a stream of consciousness. I've told these poems to the best of my ability, with all the love, words and whimsy they deserve.