Now I stand

where I once knelt.

And after every misstep I forge anew my shield.


There is so much more to be lived,

yet too much to be left behind.

Been trying to keep an open mind,

but the end of the rope makes one blind.


The night slips on the corner of your eye

and the cold makes you look wise.

But you made me what I am not

and the feel of the bottom I never forgot.


We build walls to create new places

and keep ourselves busy inside these empty spaces.

The truth has always beaten your aces

I’ll never be right where you want me, erase me.


December 2019


Aykut Aydoğdu

by Aykut Aydoğdu

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