To The Dearest A Creative Poem with Jane Eyre's Famous Word

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Çağla Sonyürek


Reader, I killed him.
His red blood stays in his curly hair
Sleep conquers him and he cannot get out
The betrayal of his dreams is flying around
Does his hand move?
His eyes are silvery looking,
They are open and tell you the secret of life
His lips smile as if he is already about to leave
Does the blood turn into a snake?
His body image becomes a replication
Everywhere there he is,
Everywhere there is a whisper of him,
No, no reader
I know that I killed him,
His eyelashes make him soft
His breath sounds stopped
His ears scream the cry of walkings
And nothing moves,
Yes, yes reader
You know that I killed him.


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Sonyürek, Çağla. (2020). To The Dearest. Journal of English Language and Literature Club, 2(1), 57. Retrieved from