Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


We feel like prisoners in hell, on fire
Our souls chained tight by barbed wire
Trapped by our habits, wishes, wet dreams
Annoyed, dusturbed by our pet peeves
Dreaming of a getaway, though it's a silly idea
Dawns and sunsets don't matter in here
we are the victims of appaling mutation
How can we survive this fast transformation?

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