This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
I was the first to run
I always knew the way
The storm has calmed
Where was I
Many washed up on shore
No one saw me
Thousands of arrows pierced my soul
I bear many wounds
A lantern for everyone
It burns out within me
On this desolate path
Who will turn to me
I realized, even if belatedly
Loneliness fills the room
My steps belong to everyone
My direction is always reversed
Avcı, Çiğdem Gaye. "Hayalet Liman". Unpublished manuscript poem. 2026.
