Zeynep Ceren - nothing.

Feeling to write You..haunts me.
My lips are moving by themselves....I catched them...
Can not control.
This feeling..I want to tell You dreadfully that..

Nothing.

But
I am bereft..
Maybe I should choose to be a hermit, my dear.
I am bereft without You.
All those anger and hatred to You are the artificialities of my brain, my reason.

I am bereft without You.
Is there something to bring You back to me..
As the veins that are returning the blood to the heart.

Zeynep Ceren

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-175/