The Last Night Şiiri - Muhammed Akkuş

Throwing a battle cry over a war that had been concluded long before
Playing a battle theme for what had ended due to lack of a core

Striving to fix what cannot be processed
Trying to figure out what cannot be deduced

The reverberating shouts turned into echoing whispers
The erupting dreams had frozen into obsidian sentences

The night once prevailed over the day, lost its intensity
The efforts that stemmed from confusion, vanished from reality

The song that has been changing on its own
The energy fueling it comes from the unknown

Resting under the cloud called nonchalance
Above the scorching sand named struggles

Until the realization slaps one with the facts
The redness reminds one of the other aspects

Recalling what’s been fueling everyone thus far
And what they’ve driven their lives toward so far

Opening two pairs of eyes beneath a sycamore
Pondering whether they could’ve done more

Inhaling the infinite azure into the abdomen
Exhaling the insipid hues to hurt the specimen