Just Like Shakespeare, Dedicated To My Soulmaker Poem by Okan Emanet

Life is a game with sheer mystery
It deprives of every aspect of beauty
It stuns your breath to have merry
It slums the door of tomorrow,
Putting you into the road of sorrow
Creating a shelter for you to cry in a shadow

Just like Shakespeare,
You become deserted as a misunderstood mere
Just like Shakespeare,
You fall into the stage where you can only fear
Just like Shakespeare,
You find yourself begging as a Romeo with tear
Just like Shakespeare,
You lose your sanity as a Macbeth left to rear
Just like Shakespeare,
You are known not to have existed as a liar
Just like Shakespeare,
You will be called from the above being much higher

Just like Shakespeare,
The absence of your another side stinks like a spear