Hell
Here is now
and now is here in this,
a personal
hell that we all share.
There is
very little pain, only endless
stress and
depression followed
by
mind-numbing boredom.
How we got
here is a mistake.
My two
weeks is now eight years
with no end
in sight. Soon death
will take
us away, not clinical but the death
of our
life, of our soul, of our mind.
Because
this is Park Cakes, a hell
born out of
necessity.
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