The Treatment
You who believe in the efficacy of treatment,
Keep me informed of progress.
'Cause what I see are days in a row,
falling off the calendar
Like bodies in an abyss.
In the new season of disasters,
Televisions only report laughter.
Yes... Life insists on eliminating
the bad smell of time,
Distributing fake flowers in every way.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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