Poem, poems, poetry

Why

So what are we supposed to do

Kill each other

Commit suicide

Get married?

The pressure is too hard to endure

And it’s more than just atmospheric 

Can’t fight it away

Everyone is against us

Even the psychiatrists

Especially them

Can’t make a step either left or right

A total impasse 

Or maybe I am imagining things

Maybe we are both creating this schizophrenic drama

For a show which will never be staged

Not in this city

Not in this country

Not here

Here only a prison

Of squashed reality

A world based on lies 

In the middle of this hypocrisy

We die 

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