The Underside Of Skin Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

I carry a night inside my veins,
A quiet shadow where the sunlight wanes.
It has no face, no voice, no mortal plea,
Just a deep, unspoken part of me.

It is the echo of a forgotten sin,
A whisper from the place where fear begins.
It sits behind the smile I wear for day,
And knows the words I choose not to betray.

It is the ink that stains the purest thought,
The honest war inside my soul I've fought.
I've built a cage and tried to lock it in,
But felt its presence pulse beneath my skin.

And so I watch it from a distant shore,
This quiet, patient, stranger at my core.
And sometimes, in the lonely hours I keep,
I let it breathe while the bright world is asleep.