Mehmet Akgönül

two poems

Death will come

 

The corpses of the scaleless fish of the sea dried up.

A forest burned and, its ashes rose.

I know that one day ash and dust will take you too.

Death will come when you cry for your unread books!

 

I would like to wipe your tears before they dry.

The wind moved faster than me and touched your face.

It was one of my unburied fears...

Death will come when I cry for my unlived loves!

 

The white raven's wings covered the sun,

Its shadow fell on my face and, it made me cold.

A burnt feather glided in the air and landed in my palm,

Death will come when we are flying close to the sun!

 

 

 

For You

 

I sinned every day—

            because I thought you were going to hell.

I immediately surrendered—

            when Grim Reaper demanded my head.

God spat in my face—

            and threw me into emptiness, I fell.

I died, but I was left alone—

            in the land of death.

13 February, 2021

Mehmet Akgönül is a poet who lives in Ankara, Turkey. He is studying at Hacettepe University Department of History. He worked as an editor  in an online newspaper GazeteHacettepe. His poems were published in Bosphorus Review of Books, The Nonconformist Literary Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Punk Noir Magazine and The Dope Fiend Daily.

Twitter: @akgonulmehmet Instagram: @mehmetakgonul