Frozen Breaths Şiiri - Muhammed Akkuş

The hollowness that I chase after
Was shrewd throughout those years
That were embedded with bitter laughter
Making the struggle the sole crafter
Of my chest, painted full of lacerations

Hands are shaking with the pump
That I’m afraid I used way too much
To the degree it scattered my hunch
On which once I danced till I was a pulp
Then was crawling toward a cruel bump