Sleeping on the streets
With homeless cats as my companions
Confirming the predictions
Of a psychiatrist
My mind generates un-realities
Un-moving, I drift through a plethora of calamities
Mumbling about the End of the World

Opportunities will remain un-afforded
I will not be awarded
For my psychic battles with mental images
My clothes in tatters
A shape of despair
You ought to keep away
From this schizophrenic affair

The busy people on the street
Like molecules in a fluid

By: Maria Kesa

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