Chapter IV
꧁꧂
The life I have ought to care
But with fears I scarcely bare
To step out, I did not dare
Doubting me, I've done me fare
The face I look, tongue I spoke;
Lips are sealed, but brain awoke
Anguished limbs behind some cloak;
These-shall hide behind the oak
A gyre of grief, shan't be seen
Never strong, after what had been
To their talks I've been so keen
Castaway-the dire I've been
Fears I loath, granted valor
Lammergeiers who're of vigor
Can't trade me any favor
-favor to hide behind doors.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
A Poet's Diary
ŞiirWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
