The Retort Şiiri - Muhammed Akkuş

Sometimes this frustration descends upon
So disturbing it is that it easily brings disarray
Thus I wished to confront the stagnation head on
My possibilities always loyally followed along
Here comes the abrupt end, after going astray

If you had to deduct what caused it behind the sheets
Without hesitation you would check the crimson liquid

So-called vitality circulates through channels
While showing itself in times of cruel violence
Being the vivacious fuel, pushing you forward
Others say otherwise, letting you prove your patience
Meanwhile, forcing your limits until they fall skyward

If you had to resolve what was the essence of everything
Your wit would quickly turn the sign onto the tiny droplets

The sack of time under your forehead
Would seemingly have gathered some bread
If flour were equal to passing seconds
Under the azure sky where many seasons
Fly by whilst deceiving your senses

If you could realize in the end what you’d sought so far
It wouldn’t take long to understand why life stood apart

The look bears the divinity you emit
Or you imagine they gave the sheath
For you to ascend over the vicious hail
So that rebellion and uproar can prevail
Lastly overtaking what rules above the will