Weight on Me Şiiri - Eray Mutlu

Time is pouring, like Tortum waterfall.
Emotions are embroidered in passing days,
pilling up, sorrow and remorse.
They don't show any remark, though
corrupting, that is more independent than me.
My countenance still maintains,
sparkling which is reflected by the Eremiel's wings.
Human-friends are beholding,
with an amazement and terror mixed, sometimes just a disgust.
Whispers are playing by a nasty harmony until,
a charming melody reveals via the crescendo, of mine.
And I'm staring at clouds, while the world is revolving,
Someone associates with hoary feather animals,
not a dreary battle, violent as me.
I would want to exit from this chaos, turning back years and years.
Can take past ? Yet the future can not, from a living creature.
Am I ruling a hollow shell? ever since fade away the weight.
Moving my hands, gripping the pen with my fingers, anxiously,
It has been a long time, feeling like this.
Flowing redness from my fingers, and on the ground, slumbering she,
black-grapes hair, green eyes and with a wheeze, comes from her throat.
I am aligning words slowly to leaf of fir,
and this painting proves, what will appear.