Boşluk Şiiri - Hakan Karaduman

VOIDANCE

I try to think, how much of it is left from my brain

I think;

Nettles and black ants swarm in my sweat,

They are incredibly hungry; maybe it seems to me that way, they are tearing my flesh apart…

It seems to me that way; it is coming upon me, there are voids, I cannot understand.

One says, it happened because it happened like this,

Another one is telling the truth: because it happened like this…

My brain does not accept it, it cannot accept it; what happened that these things happened?

Women do not talk much,

Really gentlemen, what happened or is happening?

Just when I was about to pour salt on the wound, just when a wet bean was about to come out?

Yes gentlemen:

You froze like a frog that heard a snake whistle at that moment; what was it that was about to come out of your mouth?

The feeling of being a sellout and a jerk growing inside me by keeping quiet

Yes

It is growing bigger…

Hakan Karaduman