This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Quiet. Closed and ambiguous
inside my mind
perhaps I am fleeing from my thoughts
—no, I cannot escape—
Quiet. Filled with traces and images
inside my mind
I have decided to listen
to my thoughts
—I could not listen—
Quiet. Now resigned
inside my mind
it is trying to tell me what I think
—I resist—
my dreams, my falls, give up.
Peri, Ebrar Sıla, "Sessiz" unpublished manuscript poem. 2026
