Dark minds cloud the vision
Of those who have a single mission.
Split. Splat.
Rich red liquid falls to the ground.
Seeming to create a puddle so round.
Tick. Tock.
Grandfather watches
Giving no options.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Poetry Collection
ŞiirVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.
