Epilogue short poem

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You waited too much
about thirty years before you can say jack robinson
otherwise life like a water under the desert
always played tricks on you,
pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns
where everything drips and leaves a small hole
everything yells,
tears or laughter tear off from the flesh
they’re forbidden since the world began.
They declare you subhuman
because so many still cry with their eyes closed
you are just a riddled dummy
the more you scream the more you unwind,
there’s no place for you at the charity soup feast
you don’t understand why
everyone is something because you are nothing
you have no bright star left
as a proof
amid the stubs from yesterday’s garbage,
you still smell good still wash yourself with soap
children still play with marbles
hitting the wall against which you lean

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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@cristina-monica_moldoveanu, you always shine in writes of irony and sarcasm. We might say, you are well-enthrenched in this territory. Keep it up.