Crushed.


Crushed by the weight,

of what I can’t

to change

and check.

Crushed,

without being able to do anything about it.

I can’t do anything else,

than feeling perpetually tired.

I can’t control anything.

My emotions,

They’re heavy.

I wait, without reacting,

I live,

in the time I can do it,

without forcing anything,

especially without forcing, the removal of evil

If you want read the original version 👉 https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/08/27/schiacciato/

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