Done Mountain Şiiri - Mustafa Enes Erol

This is the winded story of an ugly sailor traveled every sea
Such a despair, sadness he faces behind gates closing each time, ere he sees through.
Hard to admit he really knows, all that burden for an initial, all he gets his chest blue
It is hard to pocket each of them, since non of the gates shows true
Being heavier for his swollen shoulders, carious bones and his crew as he carries the gates to done-mountain
Which is a place with the gates taken along a long distance to be piled on by the captain
He first has to pass the rusty bridge, it is not its name, a curse that rusts beings for their each step taken
Eventually he falls down, the collapsed sovereign, became his appellation, thereafter begins a new game
Where there are many consciousness, many whippers that will tame
To the done mountain, he continues anyhow

The damage he gets, curses he hears clean the rust, leaving a thin layer of thoughts with a blow of existance
Enough to keep going is what crosses his mind
A hole, which no one knows would help anytime if there are no bones to carry around
He has to give his life to get another, is rule
Though he mustn't forget to kill himself in the pool