How did these rare years passed on
daily survival and work…
is keeping us away from each other
barbed wires are buried in fog
abbreviated transitions at every barricade
we spent numbered days under the roof of our mother
me, my sister and brother
what is difficult do you know?
my love
only one of us will end up till the bitter end
to deal with pain and continue to live
things fall apart, do not feel pain
If not, the thing, the world’s gone mad.

©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 21.11.2013