WELL, EXCUSE ME

i saved the taste of water on my forehead
i am back from long, endless roads
i am afraid, my hands tremble
i take fright, afraid of the night
i take a look at four directions
shaky is my whole body
i am the call of a rain to itself

no need to be bored or ashamed
i have words to be said
my cry would tear down some things

i am the one whose breath is faded
the partner of a thousand silences,
supporter of everything,
the center of everything,
diseased, clinically recorded, i am you
i am obliged to survive

i am a young poet
i am here to submit you my poems

Translated by Zeynep Akkus