I feel myself under tons of water,
Where it`s impossible for me to breathe freely.
The pressure squeezes me like a bottle
In which a fish is swimming, tracked by a killer.
And there`s no way to sail behind the walls
Of non-degradable and dented plastic.
I feel that everything is aerial and false,
That nearby someone is laughing sarcastic.
But I just want to fall into the sand, -
Ceasing to feel the tightness of body cells,
And consume the time that I can spend, -
Where an inconceivable flavor of tranquility smells.
11. 10. 2020.
Fish
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