Matryoshka - All Poems-Infested Poem by Gencay

Your love that haunts my soul
Solving like a puzzle one by one
My impasse, my feelings...

Your absence is endless,
And for me
Seasons are now a dead boy.

My rising suns were born dead
Wind makes my life obscure.
Those joyful Songs became a lament at a funeral.

I open my eyes
And again a capitalist day, a world.
Happiness is an empty promise given to a child.

Drizzling rain on a sunny day
It has lost its sight now.
Scenic places make me sick
I'm vomiting ugly poems now.

The self that haunted my soul
You are hovering in my cells
Ayy my love, oh my life
Ayy I was hurt,
I am against this haunting love
What should I do if I don't kneel..?