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Updated: Jan 15, 2019

A poem I wrote while in Greece about the trip people make from Turkey via Farmakonisi – a military island – to Leros.

Black sea, black ocean

mind racing, wheels in motion

a screeching voice of the blowing wind

it’s loud and scary

beginning till the end

darkness surrounds me

am I blind, I cannot see

feel the drops of rain

so cold together

sharing the pain

the uncertainty, the fear

what is coming

mind numbing

it will all disappear

the cold is now wet

the screams coming from man

are we there yet

no answer on demand

survive, swim

looking at others

the outlook is bleak

alive, but grim

stumble upon rocks

found a treasure

what happens next

beyond our measure

flashlights, barks

code words cannot be cracked

a shot, light sparks

we all move back

women, children

saw them before

where are they now

see them no more?

rest on spikes

but feel numb

so cold, waiting

twisting my thumbs

salt water for days, drinking

time passing by pray, thinking

another boat crosses, sinking

chances of survival, shrinking

a sudden order after waiting

get on the big ship

where are we going, it’s dark

another scary long trip

Finally reach land

greeted by man

a new beginning

where does it end?


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