Poetry: FCM

Poetry by Vladimir Fischer

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“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. 

Poetry by Vladimir Fischer


Thank you very much for any help!


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