The burden
Life with hands in pockets, half a pack of cigarettes in them! And with thought in chaos invented by my mind. Walked the road like a body abandoned by itself!
Bad Times
Rising earlier than usual Roosters peck the sunlight Dogs howl like the wolves Crows unsettle the sky. What kind of day is this The one I have to live in?!
Aeon
My promises All are gone, gone. The memories stay In an empty chair On the terrace of the old house!
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The BeZine 
These are interesting slices of life poems. They make me wonder…what comes after, in each one of them. Thanks for sharing them with us, Faruk! 🙂
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