23 Novembre 2022
The Lonely Man
the roads are getting longer
your beard gets dirty
it is not possible to keep the elapsed time
slowly starting cities
longing smells in the mornings
the burden on him from this
the man walking down the street
no witnesses
self-fugitive
It's been a long time since I gave up on leaving this city
birds gathered on the roofs of houses
it's like it's getting old in an endless loop
history aside
my hands aside
joys beyond the stars
shackles around your neck
but he's still a proud man
grasping life with calloused hands
to live was always to resist
he knew it was hard to fall
a lonely church in the middle of two mountains
once a witness to love
now the mansion of sadness
welcomes winter with his crunching stones
the man crying with a forgotten lament in his pocket
bloodstained clouds in the sky
a river
a tree branch
and the big rocks witness tonight
it breaks when I touch it time
Ferhat Ozkaya
Ferhat Ozkaya was born in Erzincan. Poet and specialist in international relations. His poems are published in literary magazines in Turkey. He writes neo surrealist poems