Pressure. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Pressure.



I'd love to sleep during all night,
rather than send emails without pause.
Soon, I will return to my fight.

Better results are killing my light,
and we all know the answer because,
we are hungry for an impossible sight.

Sunday, July 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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