Actuality and Angst #18

It’s evening – Look!
All the billboards, they shine.
He’s standing by the phone booth
Hearing whispers in his mind.
Running nose and eyes
That are bleeding goodbye
He’s standing at the border
Of a stigmatised breakdown
Of his mind.

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