Molting

Nilsu ERKEK ‣

Till the remnants of your existence carbonate, Long after you lost the words to translate. Forfeiting pieces for every upcoming season, Faking your core to a made up reason.

Even the wall echoes‘ sorry’. As you turn into new territory. Relentless efforts are forever late, Making you believe it’ s your fate.

Things you shun when you face The severity of the forced race. Stand your ground, you are not for sale; Don’ t you believe the twisted tale.

The world has become your stage, That ignores your deeply rooted rage. They all insist it’ s just a phase, Now you’ re only left with your voice to raise.