Poetry: FCM

“Interior like a cement box…”

I’m lost inside the corridor
of open metal doors 
and doors with locks,
containing feral thoughts.


Interior like a cement box
the one some call 
apartment block
but I just call it: FCM 
– Facility Containing Men.


I’m knocking on locked doors.
I ignore the open ones, of course
but no one answers usually
so I get lost inside delusions
finding out conclusions 
Easily but not too peacefully
at times. 
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Poetry by Vladimir Fischer