Called the mendicant

Written by: Emre Karatas

The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams 
where and there 
were I 
under the oath
of love called the  mendicant .
Wish I 
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the ā€œIā€ again
the who traced of course,   
to the dust of  the inevitable  must ā€¦