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I stared into the abyss one too many times Tried to believe in things which aren’t and things which can’t Their spectre now haunts my mind Having lost touch with solid ground I fell…
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Poem by Felic Janssen
Originally posted on POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film. :
Living in a toilet, tiny shit. Small, square world, growing slimmer. We don’t fit. Not enough money, at the end of the month. Chewing leftovers. Hungering for more. Poverty eats your dreams. Police dissin’…
