Prometheus and Sisyphus

…To Mehmet Atay[1]

The pain of separation
I repress
with tobacco.

A red-hot sun setting
over the waters of the Bosphorus
wraps the pain of Istanbul
around my heart.

I encountered a very few
wise men, as I searched
for my essential self
in the stories of Promeheus
and Sisyphus.

I was chained for
writing a poem of freedom.
I carried, without reluctance, hope
on the wings of words.

[1]Mehmet Atay is an editor and publisher in Turkey

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