Zywa The drama

What I secretly do
but not hidden

from myself, the truth
that I do not want to know

yet sometimes see
in the questioning eyes

of others, surprised
or hurt, on the border

of judgment on me
is the truth in the eyes

of my conscience that examines me
I sweat, it's a purgatory

and as long as it lasts, it is
hell: I am not

just myself
but one of the others

That's the drama

Poem 1876
Amsterdam, 2018-10-19

No Exit (Jean-Paul Sartre)
One act play "Huis clos" ("No Exit" / "Closed doors")
Collection: The drama 
Keyword: Together: connected 
Tribute to: Sartre, Jean-Paul 
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