Some Way Out

By Rüya Yönak


Same old same old

belief unfolds,

desperate for different thoughts.

Under the influence,

An escapist laughs,

telling stories of unknown,

another world of their own

they sail away from burnt cities.

Blood covered with sillk

returns to ashes,

mouth covered with milk,

returns blue and purple

bruises all over.

I wish we knew some way out.


Ruya is a freelance copywriter and blogger ( She is originally from Istanbul, but moved to London four years ago and finished university there. She has been writing poetry since she was 7 and started writing in English in middle school. She likes to visualise and paint images with words and let her imagination take over.