You Will Understand One Day

: you

You lose your sleep at nights

Morning sun refuses to rise

Your eyes get stuck at a point in the ceiling

A ringing starts in your ears, maddening

Neither the bed sheet understands, nor the pillow

The light you wait for does not enter through your windows

You turn to your bed and cry for your helplessness

The memory that you can't forget fills inside you

As if you took a deep breath from your cigarette

You will understand one day what it means to love

One thay, you will understand that everything is actually vain

Honor, virtue, goodness, beauty

A day comes when you hit your head to the cold stone walls

Just to hear that voice only once

The hurt and brokenness in your feelings grow and grow

You feel

Deep inside the pain of being desperate

You will understand one day what it means to love

One day, you will understand what your hands are for

What you were created for

Why you came to this disgusting world

You watch your beauty in the mirrors, with no hurry

And you feel the pain of those years that passed by in vain

Your eyes get wet, you feel grieved

You will understand one day what it means to love

One day, you will understand the taste of the loved lips

You will understand how out of reach the loved eyes are

When that totally unexpected time comes

You hair falls on your eyes, but white

Your hands try to reach the sky

But desperate

But tired

But exhausted

One day, you sleep towards the past

And the painful truths line up one after another

You will understand one day what it means to love

One day, you will understand to dream

To wait

To hope

Like a dirty shirt, you want to take off and throw away

The fearful night wrapping your hole body

You curse that you live

You tear apart and throw away whatever you have left from the past

Then, a flower grows on my grave, by itself

That day, you will understand that I love you

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It was translated from a Turkish poem "Bir Gün Anlarsın", by Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan. By the way, I adore the poems of Baba Ümit. It was as if he understood your heart's content and write it into a poem.


love,